"Now… I'm going to fuck the livin' shit out of you, baby… just the way you led me to believe you wanted it," he hissed down at her.
Madeleine couldn't speak… could barely breathe in her horror and shame; instead, she gaped up at him, too awe stricken to cry, engulfed suddenly by an overpowering sense of miserable degradation, the sight of her own naked young body spread obscenely beneath him filling her with a debasement that would live with her forever, and the helplessness of her situation screamed in her wine-fogged mind as she realized he was actually enjoying this wicked defilement he was subjecting her helpless body to, the cruel gleam ever-growing in his eyes bordering on sadism.
Until that moment, she had given no thought to the physical aspects of the coupling itself, but now a new, and acute, sense of terror came alive as she watched him on his knees before her, once more stroking himself. Her eyes locked on the fleshy instrument he was holding in his big hand. Its thickness was beyond belief. The size of a man's organ had never occurred to her before in her young life; there had been no reason for any such forbidden concern… but suddenly the realization of her own small size in comparison to his huge thing struck her. Dear God! It would split her apart… tear her horribly! She could never take that inside her, she knew… she'd examined herself that close before…!
"Does it frighten you, baby?" he leered at her, continuing to fondle and massage the vile looking blunt spear of rigid flesh, working the heavy outer layer of skin to-and-fro, exposing its smooth, bulbous head, only to sheath it once more, then repeat the lewd act. "Well, don't let it… 'cause this cock's going to bring you more pleasure than you've ever had in your life, eh?"
He went on tormenting her, gloatingly watching the distressed expressions of fear contorting her beautiful young face, and at last Madeleine felt the hot tears dribbling down the sides of her cheeks as she realized that there was no mercy to appeal to in this man… and dear God, she had brought it all upon herself. She hardly heard his filthy utterances anymore; at first, his foul use of all those vile four-letter words that she had barely, if ever heard spoken in forbidden whispers or dirty little stories from girls her own age, had near-sickened her, but now her mind was too occupied with the hopelessness of her position and the horrifying terror of knowing there was no escape for her… he was going to ravish her defenseless, near-chaste body no matter how she pleaded with him not to. God Almighty, there was nowhere to turn… she was alone and completely at his mercy…!
She rolled her head away from him and her heart pounded in her chest as she lay too petrified to move, her soft white thighs wide under him, her pink, thin vaginal slit fringed so lightly with its soft, raven hair, delicately splitting the pouting flanges of her completely exposed crotch that was helplessly available to his slightest whim. Her belly quaked in her fear, as though he had already forced the long, thick penis jutting out from his aged, hairy loins into the painful depths of her. The mere thought again sent a tremor of sheer horror to register in her brain, not only for the unforgivable sin itself, but from the agonizing, anticipated suffering the inhuman organ was bound to cause her.
She lay seemingly rooted to the mattress beneath, her shame and humiliation complete, as she watched in frozen trepidation the slow, decisive movements of his hands toward her vulnerable genitals; he placed his thumbs to rest on the soft, fleshy lips of her pussy and torturously drew them apart, laying open her moist, coral flesh to his lust-inflamed eyes. Slowly, he lowered his head as if to view the naked, delectable site more closely, and breathlessly she watched as his lecherous eyes drank of it greedily for a long moment, its almost virginal beauty delighting him, until he could seemingly no longer endure the abstinence and he dropped his head, thrusting the full length of his wet, salacious tongue deep into the quivering warm depths of her tight young vagina.
Madeleine's body responded of its own volition, jerking with convulsive lurches, a loud groan emitting from her throat as her buttocks ground downward in an effort to escape the bestial outrage he was committing upon her defenseless young womanhood. Her stomach churned in veritable repulsion and she wailed aloud loathsomely as his tongue slithered in and out of her unwanting, cuntal opening.
"Oooooohhhh… my… my God! Wh-What…? Oooohhh, stop… stop it!" she groaned in shocked humiliation, her head raising to shake negatively as down through her breasts she watched his violent assault on her naked vagina. It couldn't be true! It wasn't happening to her, she thought while his tongue raced up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly dilating cuntal walls. "Oooohhh, dear God… please stop, M'sieu'?" she begged in her shame as unwanted, and never before, twinges of lurid pleasure immediately began to permeate her entire body from his depraved animalistic tonguing of her moist, quivering slit.
And he did, all of a sudden, raising up to again grin lewdly down at her, his lips wet from his own saliva mixed with the viscid secretion from her pussy, and as she stared he ran his thick tongue over his lips and said: "Christ… nectar from the Gods could never taste like that delicious little cunt, baby. I'm going to have to eat more of that… but it can wait…"
And then he moved up further over her, lowering his evil face slowly with parting lips until he sucked a ruby, hard nipple between them, his mouth spreading to encompass even a generous portion of the proud, white firm flesh, and abruptly she felt his teeth sink into it cruelly. She groaned aloud with the pain and tried to push his big face away, but he held her tight while his hands taunted the softness of her thighs, hips and buttocks, until in despair, she relaxed her struggles in helpless subservience.
He raised up from her erect, firm breast and leered down. "You understand now, don't you, baby? You're going to get fucked, just the way you wanted it." He chuckled lewdly. "Take me to Boston, you said, and I'll let you. All right, to Boston we go… but first we fuck and suck, right…? Well? Answer me… right?"
"Oh… Oh please, M'sieu'… I was wrong… I didn't know… Don't do anymore to me… I'll go away… never tell anyone, I swear…"
"You'll swear, eh?" Once more, he laughed with licentious cruelty. "You Goddamned frogs… you get me, you know what?" His ugly face contorted fiercely. "Spread those thighs, kid… wider… wider! Yeah… that's better… now, just hold onto your skull, sweetheart, 'cause daddy's about to fuck the livin' hell out of you…!"
Madeleine's breath lodged in her throat, as above her she read his leer of triumph, and she whined aloud in pure fear… at the same time helplessly answering his command to spread her legs obscenely apart. He rested up over her, his arms, two giant pillars on either side of her shoulders; she then saw one move away as its hand disappeared down between them; she whimpered as the thick rubbery head of his huge cock parted the sensitive, fleshy lips of her tight, hardly-adult pussy. Again, she rolled her head to one side and then the other, clutching her eyes tightly shut even as a tremor fluttered through her at the sudden, galvanic tangency of its insinuation inside the hair-lined flanges of the slit he had lubricated with his salaciously licking tongue. Her breath, she still held wadded in her throat as she lay beneath him in total defeat, fearing to release it in her anxiety.
He eased his heavy hips downward and forward with a gentleness she never would have expected of him, yet, even so, the first actual contact with the tiny mouth of her vagina caused her to wince and cringe with a loud moan.
"Oh God, NO!" she cried as the huge head pressured tightly against the pink, snug elastic opening between her widespread thighs.
Once more.
"Aaaaaauuuggghhh," she grunted, as suddenly the tip slipped inside just beyond its coronal rim and she really sensed the first cruel stretching of the taut, rubbery opening in her crotch. My God… with Jean Louis it had been nothing like this… even the first time! It was as she had feared! Her thighs were splitting apart from the continuing, expanding pressures! He was going to rip her open… tear her completely apart… maybe, even leave her to bleed to death between her legs once he was finished with her…!