"Ohhhhh… Ummmmmm," she mewled and purled, splaying her legs out wider and wider to the sides, allowing him greater access to her wildly wanting pussy.
Forrest could stand it no longer. Abruptly, he raised his head and reached out for the drawer of the small table at the foot of the davenport, while Madeleine squirmed and writhed frantically in search of the pleasure-giving tongue that had suddenly deserted her. She spewed his prick from her mouth and whined: "Don't stop! My God… please… don't stop now! Just a little longer, cheri…"
Forrest sniggered lewdly as he withdrew a chest of rosewood from the drawer and flipped it open to display an assortment of six different sizes and shaped dildos. He moved off of her then and rose to his knees between her widespread legs to hold the open chest for her surveillance.
"Have you ever seen such a magnificent collection of cocks, cherie," he grinned as he questioned with salacious delight.
Dumbfounded, yet still alive with the incessant desire permeating her lust-wracked body, Madeleine stared at the almost human-looking penises that lay side by side in their erected state within the velvet-lined chest. From them, she raised her eyes questioningly to the handsome, if now, slightly demented appearing face of Julian Forrest.
"I… I don't understand…" she managed shaking her head in confusion. "You… you want to use one of those on me…?"
"So…? You're surprised?" he snapped. "How else? Would you expect me to fuck you with this?" He grabbed his long, limp penis and shook it uselessly before her.
"I… I was satisfied with what you were doing, cheri…" she assured him. "It was beautiful…"
"Enough!" he said sharply. "I'm paying the price, ma chere, eh? You'll do as I say… as I want. Agreed?"
"O-Oui, cheri, h-however you say," replied Madeleine, an inward shudder of fear rippling through her at his cold, decisive statement. So… after all, she was only a whore, wasn't she?
He chuckled lewdly. "Now my little cunt, you'll see why I pay you so well for my pleasures." He held forth the chest once more. "Choose your weapon. Which do you like… the seven, eight or nine inch prick? The seven has an inch-and-one half diameter, the eight, one-and-three-quarters… and the nine, a marvelous two-inches. Well… which one, ma chere."
Madeleine stared at the members that appeared as if they might have been severed from human male forms… even to the attached testicles… perfectly contoured in every way.
"Well? Well?" he shot at her edgily.
"T-The small one, I think," she answered finally, her eyes dropping from his.
Forrest laughed. "Just as I thought." But as he spoke he reached for the eight-inch phallus and its matching mate beside it. "You'll need the eight, my love," he said, matter-of-factly. He smiled. "After all, I've had a better look at that little cunt of yours than you have, eh? And we do want you to enjoy this… seeing as how you'll be doing all of the work."
Madeleine watched, another sensation of fear soaring through her as he took the two resilient members and screwed them together at their bases, making one long, double dildo. Then, from the chest, he took a small jar of what looked to be lubricating cream and coated one, but not the other. Her eyes sought his, found them and he smiled lustily.
"You're about to take part in a private perversion of my own, cherie," he said, licking at his lips licentiously. "You'll see, it's been a long time since I've been able to experience normal sex; therefore, it was necessary to devise my own methods. My satisfaction is achieved through the prostate gland… as yours is reached through normal intercourse of that magnificent little cunt. So… we approach love from a new angle, with the male being the passive member. Do you understand?"
Madeleine gaped at him. "I-I'm not sure…"
"Damn!" he spat. "Lay back and spread your thighs, my little cunt, while I work this into you. Then, perhaps you'll get the drift."
"B-But…"
"Shut up, and do as I say!" Forrest snarled, his smile suddenly leaving him. "Don't make me rape you with this, my love… or you might be just a bit sorry."
Slowly, Madeleine lay back, opening her thighs reluctantly as she gaped at the massive two-ended weapon he held in his hand. It occurred to her then, that any desire she had enjoyed before had suddenly escaped her. Instead, a void of emptiness clutched fearfully at the base of her stomach and she stared with awe at the vicious looking double-cudgel in his hand. Dear God, what was he going to do to her?
"Wider! Open them wider, bitch!" Forrest snarled and she did as he pressed the bulging artificial knob toward her cunt's defensively clasping opening. At its touch, she spread her legs out wider automatically, as far as she could, raising her knees slightly in an effort to open herself enough to accept the wicked device he was gleefully introducing into her arching vagina.
"Oh… Ooohhh… it's so big…! Oh God I'm afraid! I can't do it! I can't take it, cheri!"
The words gushed from her lips fearfully as he jostled its tip for a moment against the pink, ragged edges of flesh, then, with a flick of his wrist the lust incited man forced the flesh-like plastic tip brutally into the vibrating lips of her hair-lined cunt, expanding the resisting, elastic opening almost to the ripping point.
Madeleine's head lurched wildly to the side and she half-screamed.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!"
Forrest chuckled evilly. It had penetrated but a cruel inch, and the pain-tortured, struggling young lovely tried desperately to kick her legs free and escape the tormenting impalement as she clawed at it with her hands. But it was easy for him to subdue and hold her helpless.
Oh Jesus! Mother of God! Mercy! Mercy! What kind of monster had she uncovered! He would rip her from one end to the other! Her cunt-lips were tearing… her whole crotch splitting! The pain was unbelievable! Mercy… mercy…!
Forrest watched her with wildly excited, lustfilled eyes. He grinned loose-mouthed as he forced the relentless blunt weapon into her one more excruciating inch.
"Uuuuuuuggggggghhhhh!"
Again.
"Aaaaggggghhhhhh… Oh God… Stop! Stop! You're killing me… my God…!"
She shrieked and continued to shriek, twisting and writhing, kicking her legs high into the air as he sunk the enormous, unbelievable, artificial cock deeper and deeper up into her screaming cunt.
"Oh… Ooooohhh noooo, noooo!" Madeleine sobbed almost hysterically, tears streaming painfully from her open but unseeing eyes. "Scream, you whimpering bitch!" Julian Forrest spat gleefully. "Scream! Scream! But you're going to take all of it… every last inch… and love it, do you hear? Love it!"
He was insane, Madeleine reasoned somewhere in the back of her tortured brain. He was an absolute maniac and he intended to kill her with this vicious thing he'd impaled up inside her helpless belly. There was no hope… she'd gone too far this time. "Ooohhh… oh God in heaven… please…" she wailed, and her sobbing, struggling protests brought a sudden crushing jab from his hands thrusting the torture implement into her, sending the giant mock-cock deep into her resisting channel, forcing huge ripples of tender, coral flesh in rolling swells before it. She lurched convulsively as the onslaught of the elephantine dildo smashed into her belly like some rutting brute-animal. It was an uncontainable instrument of torture rampaging inside her, completely, without question, filling her every tiniest wrinkle and crowding her inner organs into crushed squashes that could neither breathe nor move. It was lurching for her throat, trying to burst from her mouth. It was unbelievable torment… medieval torture… some horror out of the inquisition itself…!