"Yes… yes… yesssss," she moaned uncontrollably, hardly able to believe that he had not stopped when he saw she was enjoying it to the fullest, for this, too, was a demented torment he reveled in, and more often than once she had been forced to pretend her agony in order to deceive him into satisfying her. But tonight, it all seemed different, and she realized that at any other time this in itself would petrify her with fear, but at the moment she was too overwhelmed in her ecstasy to even think rationally.
Oh God… I don't want him to ever stop…!
On his knees, hunched behind her squirming body, Gaston Larreau gritted his teeth wickedly as he fucked in and out with long, hard lunges, his own heavy buttocks hollowing with every thrust. A feeling of absolute power spiraled through him as he held her hips down in total subjection to his stone-hard cock skewering relentlessly into her. She was his to do with in whatever manner he pleased and shortly he'd remind her of that… all in due time… just before her climax, when she was near ready to go out of her mind… that's when he enjoyed it the most… Presently, he could feel the soft, fleshy ridges inside her giving way before the inhuman onslaught of his pistoning shaft.
He squeezed her flesh in his brutal, pudgy hands, so that it grew up in thick ridges, small, bloodless, hillocks of her cream-like, satiny flesh embossed on her lush, round buttocks, and when he released them the ridges settled back slowly, leaving angry red marks fringed with a white bloodlessness on her skin. Each time he thrust, his fingers gripped her harder, squeezing her soft, unresisting thighs with sadistic delight, hurting her, forcing groans of pain from her tormented throat as she struggled uselessly beneath his mastery of her mind and body.
He stretched the quivering white orbs of her buttocks wide with cruel fingers, watching the pink folds of wet, glistening flesh clinging tightly around his rampaging cock. Suddenly, he levered forward on his knees, and with a loud grunt, drove his plunging shaft to the very hilt; he could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside spread before the blunt, turgid head of his prick, raising a soft, guttural sound from the depths of her throat, as though the breath had been driven from her. He knew she'd been fucked this deep before because he had done so, but each time it was as if he had entered a virginal passage, and he would worm the head around deep inside, enlarging the depths of her womb and feeling its clasping muscles gripping his rigid staff like warm, slippery elastic. As always, the soft enveloping tightness sent a tingle of pleasure surging through his balls, and his shaft encased in the warm, clasping sheath, pulsated with lewd and delightful sensations.
Ginny's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. She spread her thighs wider, sliding her knees farther apart, thrusting her buttocks even higher back against his plunging cock. Now, with each battering stroke she felt with obscene rapture his sperm-bloated balls slapping against the erect, palpitating bud of her clitoris, while the thick, curled, pubic hair around the base of his prick brushed tantalizingly against the soft, inner edges of her ass. She rested in such a position that her breasts were squashed against the carpet, its rough nap erotically taunting her taut, distended nipples. She mewled with ecstasy as she felt the burrowing shaft behind her imbed its unbelievable full length inside her. Its smooth, spongy head grazed the flat hardness of her cervix, probing deep, deep where nothing or no one had ever before reached. Long forgotten was any humiliation of bending like a lowly serf before him while he fucked into her from behind exuding his lust into her hungry, open crotch. As ever, only the lewd pleasure surging through her like myriad tongues of fire was all that mattered. She wanted to be fucked like this, had to be subjected to every lewd demand he could think of to satisfy her lust-wracked body that he had so trained in the vilest of debaucheries.
"So, ma chere, it brings you pleasure, eh?" Larreau hissed at her, sensing the wild pressure beginning to build in his balls.
"Oh yes… God, yes… Don't stop! Fuck it hard and deep! Hard and deep!"
With that, the little czar sadistically withdrew the hardened shaft, while Ginny in sudden frustrated dismay began to waggle and force her bottom back at him desperately, her wet, quivering pussy searching wildly for the pleasure-giving instrument that had escaped it. She whimpered and moaned frantically as behind her, Larreau raised the mighty weapon until its unseeing eye leveled with her hairless, puckered anus that glistened beneath its thin film of viscid fluid coating her entire loins and genitals. He might have better prepared it by stretching it with his fingers, he thought lustfully, but the pleasures derived were better unannounced.
He doubted in her sudden flustered state that she realized he was penetrating her asshole at first try, without benefit of any preliminaries. And then, she must have felt its thick bluntness prodding and working against her tightly clenched anus. Oddly enough, in all of the many ways he had taken her, he had never before sodomized her, and now he realized why; he'd been saving this for the one grand finale, the final degradation before he finished with her for good… and now, it was time. He chuckled lewdly to himself. She would have to decide it was much too big; she would judge that with certainty. He continued to grin to himself as he wormed the tip of it into the snugly resisting little aperture. He could feel the foreskin being stretched back against his long, thick cock painfully, and he gave a quick hip-thrusting stab until he could feel it slowly slipping its way into her rectum. She would say to herself, it was all right… all right, because she dare say nothing else… and then, he was well beyond the barrier of the clutching elastic ring of the sphincter muscle.
Ginny forced herself to think: it's all right… it's all right, as his vicious rod ground its way deep and deeper into her nether channel… and then, suddenly, without warning, she felt as if a railroad tie was endeavoring to burst into her body through her virginal anal passage! She tried to pull away, but he held her fast as the impossible, agonizing penetration continued.
"Aaaauuuuuggggghhhhhh! Dear God Almighty! Noooo, nooooo… stop! It hurts terribly!" she cried.
Larreau grinned excitedly. Of course, it hurt, stupid pig! It was supposed to hurt. He held her in a bear-hug and simply rammed and thrust.
"God… I beg you don't… please? It's too big! It's going to kill me!" Ginny screamed back at him through her gnashing teeth.
But it was there and there it remained, ever moving into her back passage and she couldn't escape it. His thighs thrust hers forwards; his arms held her hips back to his.
Dear Jesus, I'm helpless! I can't move! It's paralyzing me! I can't move!
"Shove back!" Larreau commanded. "Damn you, sow… push back, I say!"
She could barely think in her unbelievable agony, but she knew she must obey his words, lest further torture be heaped upon her. Every way was pain, pain, pain! But she did it… she pushed back and somehow opened her ass that final measure through deliberate effort born of fear. She visualized the trunk of a tree unrelentingly being pressed into her tiny nether hole, stretching her buttocks wider and wider apart until she knew she would split open. And then, it was done, his vicious cock completely buried right up into her rectum, solid and extremely painful, but finally better because at last it was inside her in its entirety… there was no more to take.
"Ohhh… ooohhhh… ooohhhh," she gasped. She was impaled on his long, fleshy rod thrust into her rectum to the hilt, unable to move from the excruciating pain that was endeavoring to split her thighs horribly apart. Dear God, now he had subjected her to the lowest and most brutally painful of defilements… he was sodomizing her! Once more she gasped, but this time for breath as momentarily he remained immobile, perhaps allowing the obscenely stretched channel of her rectum to become adjusted to his new invasion inside it… this rigid and ever-growing spear of flesh that packed her full! Oh, the filthy beast! God curse him. Dear Christ, could she stand it…? Or would she faint…?