The guilt of reality slammed into her like a thunderclap. She had started out trying to fight him off. There was no question about the desperate anger that resulted in the bleeding welts on his face. But the marks on his ass were just as red from her clawing and puffing in her attempts to get his cock even deeper into her throat.
Even worse was his orgasm and how much she had wanted it… how much she had loved the humiliation of his harsh rape of her mouth. His cum had been so delicious. Even now, lying there with his cock between her lips, Trish could taste the jism as strongly as ever. And it made her hungry for him all over again.
Trish felt the shame wash over her again, and she turned away. Mike's cock flopped out of her mouth, trailing cum and spreading it over her neck, and the young woman felt an anguished sob break from her throat as she turned away.
"Hey, don't worry about it, baby." Mike raised up off one elbow and grinned down sadistically. "Brother Dave won't mind when you tell him your tale." Trish looked back at him in astonishment. "Just be sure you give him all the pertinent details, such as how you came up to my room with nothing on but a thin robe." He yanked the garment apart, revealing her nakedness. He took the nipple of her right tit between thumb and middle finger and tormented its rubbery nubbin into angry, red erection. "How you sucked on my big cock and grunted for more like a slut pig… how when I blew your mouth full of cum, you clawed my ass to shreds so you could get more. And then you creamed all over yourself like the jizz-hungry bitch you are. You just be sure to tell him all of that, now. Don't forget a single detail."
It was too much for Trish to bear any longer. She lashed out as hard as she could, wanting to kill the bastard who had raped her, who had done such an awful thing to both her body and her mind.
Mike slammed his fist into the side of her head so hard that the young woman saw flashing lights for a moment. He grabbed a handful of her satiny black, cum-splashed hair and jerked her up from the floor until her face was only inches from his own.
"I should beat you to within an inch of your cock-sucking life!" he snarled. "If you ever pull that shit on me again there won't be enough of your ass left to fill a lunch bag. You just won't believe how you'll have to pay."
Oh Jesus, she wondered, what else can he do? Then she knew. He could tell Dave. There was nothing she could do, except whatever it was that Mike might demand of her.
"Oh, please," the battered young woman pleaded, "no more. I won't fight you any more… only, please don't hit me again."
"Right, baby," Mike smiled sadistically. "If you do what you're told, we'll get along just fine. And whenever my baby brother is out of town, you can spend your time sucking my big hard prick. I may even have a few other surprises for you, while I'm at it."
"Mike, please," Trish begged, "no more. I can't stand any more."
"Bullshit, you cock-hungry slut," Mike said. "Before our Davie gets back this weekend, you'll be absolutely amazed at just exactly how much you really can stand."
Trish groaned in total defeat. There was nothing she could do. No matter what action she might take, he would hold the threat of telling Dave over her head like a sword. All she knew for certain was that if she did not obey his orders, Mike would be sure to tell everything.
"Now, baby," Mike said, rising to his knees, "I think it's high time you apologized for slapping me. You know, just to show me how sorry you really are."
"Please Mike, no more. Don't hurt me any more."
"Shut your fucking whore's mouth," Mike said, grabbing Trish and rolling her over onto her stomach. "You know as well as I do that all you sluts like to be hurt once in a while."
Trish tried to turn her head and look back as he pulled her robe the rest of the way off and spread her legs, climbing between them from behind.
"What are you doing?" Her voice trembled. "Why, don't you know, little shit?" Mike asked. "I'm gonna fuck you from behind, dog-style. Gonna ream your cunt just like the horny bitch dog you are. You like it that way, don't you bitch? You like it coming in from behind?"
Trish felt the muscles in her cunt constricting, even as he spoke. The cunt lips seemed to be drawing up into an impenetrably tight ring. Oh Christ, she thought, he'll rip my guts out going in that way. But before she could even think about trying to stop him, Trish felt the greasy head of his monstrous cock fuck between the unnaturally tight lips of her cunt.
"Aaaaarghhhhh!" the young woman screeched as the cockhead scraped over the abused walls of her pussy. It was as if he had shoved a rough piece of sandstone into her cunt. "Christ, no! You're tearing my guts out!"
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Mike said. "That's a sweet little pussy. You're as tight as Ginny was when I popped her cherry."
Trish could barely breathe. His cock filled her cunt so completely that she felt as if her body were nothing but another skin over his prick. Nobody had ever fucked her so deep before, not even David.
"Please stop, Mike," she begged. "You're gonna tear my pussy up."
Instead of stopping, Mike just pounded harder and deeper, slamming into her with the full brute force of his body weight. Each time he fucked his cock home, Trish screamed with the pain. And each pained scream only made Mike smile more.
"Bang down my cock, bitch!" Mike growled with sadistic pleasure. "Pull my big cock up your cunt and fuck your brains out on it."
There was a raging fire in Trish's cunt. It burned and licked pain all the way up into her belly until she thought she would pass out. First, she tried to hold out against it, but that only made the searing pain grow in its intensity.
But then, without any warning whatsoever, Trish's pussy muscles relaxed of their own accord, and Mike's monster cock plowed her depths with increasing ease. Just as her cunt had relaxed so suddenly, so did the pain begin to fade. And the relief was so wonderful that Trish could have wept for joy.
"Please, Mike. Slow it down so it doesn't hurt so much." Trish begged.
"Shit!" Mike said, fucking harder. "You haven't even learned the definition of pain yet, bitch. When I'm finished with you, you'll be able to write a fucking dictionary about pain."
Trish quivered again, but this time it was because a bolt of electric pleasure shot through her cunt. There was still pain, but it was… good. The pain belonged. It did nothing now but accentuate the pleasure that raced through her pussy. Slowly, inevitably, Trish began to fuck with her tormentor instead of merely being fucked by him. Her hips hunched up and back to meet the pounding fuck-strokes of his hammering cock.
"Good, bitch," Mike smiled. "Pound that pretty ass."
He reached under her arms to the front and grabbed a pulsing tit in each hand. His fingers found her nipples and stretched them out beyond all reasonable dimensions. The rubbery nubbins of her nipples sent out a surge of pain that registered somewhere in her brain, but Trish didn't care. The pain had so long ago melted and mixed with the pleasure that there was no longer any way she could untie the knot of her sensations.
"Go, bitch," Mike gasped. "We'll cum together. Nothing I like better than blowing my load into a hot cunt full of its own cream."
Trish hated him. Loathed every breath he drew for what he had done to her. Even more, she hated herself. More than the degradation was the self-hatred that she so unjustly felt and the guilt for a situation over which she had never had any control.
"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!"