"Oh, fuck me!" Trish grunted in spite of herself. "Shove that bull's prick into my guts, Goddamn you! Tear my horny cunt apart!"
"You'd better believe it, you slut," Mike said. He sat back on his haunches and pried her legs apart until she was nearly split in half. Then he began brutally fucking in and out of her pussy with the huge, swollen log of his cock. "Take all my prick, you whore!"
Trish nearly screamed with the pleasure/pain of his fucking, but managed to hold back her voice to try to keep from betraying what she was really feeling. She could not, however, manage to stop moans that were ripped from her seared throat. Time after time, Mike slammed home the iron rod of his cock. And with pounding stab after stab, Trish found herself building to an ever-increasing height of pleasure.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me like that." Her eyes were wide open, but glazed and blinded by her driving lust. "Shove it all the way in. Oh, yessssss… that's the way. You Goddamn stud-bull. It's the best ever. Yes, oh yes… even better than your brother!"
Oh, Jesus, she thought in a panic, what am I saying?
"Oh, yeah?" Mike's laugh was evil. "I'm even better than Dave?" He slammed forward, fucking his cock to its hilt with his full weight, cramming her cunt full of hard cockmeat. "Jeez, wouldn't he be interested to know your opinion on that?"
"I don't… mean it!" Trish cried out, trying her best to dredge up some bit of self-respect.
"I didn't mean… oh Christ, fuck me. Ohhhh, you're the best!"
Her words became lost in a staccato burst of guttural groans as the orgasm ripped through her guts. She reached around to scratch at his ass. She pawed between her legs to grab hold of his balls and milk them, madly seeking his cum. Her exploding cunt contracted insanely to fit around his cock like a hot, wet glove.
Just as Trish's climax peaked and began to subside into a series of smaller orgasms, she felt Mike go over the edge. His cockhead swelled, throbbing wildly. Then it suddenly exploded with his load of cum. His fuck cream was like hot acid, a burning wash that bit into her trembling pussy meat.
Mike fucked her so hard that Trish thought the cockhead would push out her mouth. And what was worse still, she knew what she wanted it to. Never in her life had she felt such ecstasy for any lover. It was too much for her to understand all at once. The pain, the pleasure, the humiliation and the joy.
"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked piercingly. Then Trish collapsed, her tits flopping with her efforts to draw breath.
Even then, after she had dropped from her exhaustion, Mike kept pounding her cunt until every drop of his cum had been sprayed into her torn and bruised cunt slit. She began to wonder if he was ever going to stop. And did she even want him to stop, when she thought about it? No, she realized, she didn't. She wanted him to keep fucking her until she died from it.
"Unhhhhh!" Mike grunted as his cum spray finally ended. "That's it, you've got a whole lot of possible uses for somebody with my imagination, baby. Mmmmmm, yeah."
Trish only wanted to cry, to curl up quietly in her own bed and cry until she fell asleep from weeping. Her self-respect was destroyed. She was totally conquered. There was no way she could ever face Dave again, not after this. Her body's hungers had dragged her into an alley world, and there was no way to crawl out again.
"Mike, please," Trish begged. "We have to stop this. It's wrong… just wrong." But she knew he would never listen to her.
"Don't be silly, baby," Mike said. "Do you think I'd be stupid enough to let go of a nice piece like you?"
"No," the young woman pleaded. "What about Ginny? What would Ginny do if she knew about this?"
"Fuck that," Mike laughed. "Ginny'll do whatever I tell her to do. After all, I am her sweet daddy. Maybe I can even get her to join in on our fun and games. When I get tired of you, I could always let her work on your pretty ass for a while. Maybe Dave might even like to take her on for a few rounds while I bang your cunt. How does that sound, sister dear?"
Trish groaned from shame, but only because she enjoyed the fantasy of her Dave fucking young Ginny's cunt. Dave on Ginny's belly, his cock buried deep in the fuck hole that his older brother had ripped free of its cherry, his cum boiling into her young pussy.
"Mike," Trish whispered in a husky tone, "fuck me again." She writhed beneath his weight like a cat in heat. At the same time, she hated herself, wanted to die from the shame of it.
"You want more cock, baby?" Mike teased.
"You have to beg like a good little slut. Come on, little slut. Let me hear you beg for more sweet prick." His hands closed hard on her tits. "But then again, you don't really have to beg, baby. I'm gonna fuck you all you want. As a matter of fact, you're gonna get fucked beyond your wildest dreams."
His tone frightened her, even more than his recent rape had. There was a lurking menace in his voice, a terrible evil in his face as he stood over Trish where she lay on the floor. Mike leaned down and picked the young woman up bodily as if she were no more than a child. Again, Trish was made aware of the awesome strength that lurked in his body. With reckless ease, he tossed her, onto the bed. Trish sprawled, her body aching from the pounding fuck he had given her. Her mind churned with the fears that raced through her fevered imagination.
Mike pulled down the two sets of curtains and walked back toward Trish. Oh no, she thought to herself. What is he going to do?
"M-Mike," she stammered, "what are you hi going to do with those drapery cords?"
"Why, baby," Mike sneered, "since you like being used so well, we're gonna give you just what you want. I'm gonna use the hell out of your beautiful young body."
"No!" Trish screamed, leaping from the bed and trying to run around him to the bedroom door. But Mike was too quick.
"Oh no, bitch!" the sadistic man snarled, grabbing her arm from behind. The pain in Trish's shoulder was tremendous as he twisted her arm and threw her back toward the bed. She hit against the side of the mattress and felt the air rush from her lungs at the force of the blow. Before she even had a chance to think about getting away, Mike had grabbed her by her long, tangled, black hair and yanked her to her feet, only to slap her hard across the mouth. The blow brought a faint taste of blood to her tongue, but Trish knew it wasn't very damaging. It only knocked her backwards onto the bed. He flipped her onto her stomach, and Trish felt his rough hand grab one of her ankles and lash a curtain rope to it. The ropes were soft braids, but he tied the knots tightly, and they burned into her flesh.
"Oh no. Jesus, Mike!" Trish moaned. "Please don't tie me up. Please, no. I'll do anything you want. Just don't tie me!"
"I know you will," Mike said, tying the rope to one of the post of the bed's footboard. He grabbed her other ankle and began trussing it in exactly the same fashion. "But let's just think of this as insurance against you trying another silly move like you just pulled."
With sudden strength she didn't know she possessed, Trish pushed herself onto her knees and tried to jerk away from his reach. But Mike gave the rope such a savage tug that she sprawled back to the bed flat on her stomach, and he lashed the second rope to the other bedpost. It was pulled so tight that her legs were spread to the point of pain, and Trish's cunt was pulled open in a wet, obscene gash, completely exposed to his attacks.
As she struggled against her bonds, Mike came down hard across her lovely, white ass with the open palm of his huge hand.
"Aaaaarghhhh!" Trish shrieked at the stinging pain that lanced through her hips. It brought tears of frustration and agony to her eyes. But at the same time, the beautiful young woman was mortified to feel the titillating quiver of anticipation that squirmed through her cunt as an echo to the pain.
Her horrified mind recoiled. Could it really be possible that I want to be tortured by this animal? Oh, Dave, why do you have to be gone? Why can't you come walking through the door and step this horrible nightmare? But she knew there was no hope for her. And even if Dave had come in and stopped what was happening, she knew she would never be able to look him in the eye again.