Helena Robertson - Miss M…

The monk is the only one to let his sperm splurt in her throat, while he presses her sagging breasts… heavy under her chest.

Finally, they pulled her to one of the pillars where she was tied, hands on the ground maintained by two leather bracelets, her legs are attached similarly, by two leather bracelets and taken apart by a rope. The mirror is placed under her, she is at above 20 inches from the floor, and she is revealing under the lights of two oil lamps, her large distended bottom, and the slit of the sex.

Barral, his prick in full erection, stands behind her… His hands separate more completely the two globes of her buttocks, the head of his tool, reddened by the effort, is posed against the pucked mouth of her ass, opening the narrow passage. Barral breathes heavily the muscles of his thighs are bulging, contracted-Then he pushes violently with a hoarse cry… Another savage cry comes in the attic. The girl, her anus distended, feels the man's balls against her cunt, and the hairy belly glued to her ass… In her, the tool penetrated with one single thrust…

Nothing is heard but the gaping breath of the young bride, trying to recover her mind after that odious rape. Barral caresses her sides… Then he slowly moves his damp and hard flesh in her warm belly… The others, bending forward, are looking at the movement of the fleshy pole going in an out of her ass… Barral feels the contraction of the muscled little mouth around his tool… And once again Sodom is the master of pleasure… Barral frantically moves his prick… He feels pleasure come while bruising the warm intimity of the girl. She is gaping, and Barral feels his pleasure coming… he moderates his pace, and moves out of her… Then he digs into her again, in a brutal rape that has the girl panting and crying with pain again… She is crying and tears are rolling from her closed eyes… The prick, like a piston, goes in and out of the tender sheath deeper at each move. Once again, the sperm comes to the prick, and this time, Barral does not try to prevent its coming, and he let his burning sap splurt in her, while his fingers are dug in the flesh of her buttocks…

He moves out of her warm and slimy entrails. One of the countrymen is already there his short and erected prick in his hand… He aims at the sperm soiled ass-hole, and with one move of his powerful loins, he sodomizes the young girl, pitilessly and not even hearing her cries.

Barral goes to the monk, and together they discuss about the obscene fornication of the couple in front of them.

“Congratulations father, this is really quite a girl… How did things go at the wedding?”

“Well, everything went O.K. I was sitting right next to the newlywed, and after giving them too much wine, I succeeded in adding some sleeping powder to the husband's meal… When he fell asleep, they were both carried to their place, and then I told her, that one of my benefactors had participated in buying her trousseau, and that she had to come to thank him… She came, quite unconsciously, and in the car she ate an aphrodisias that was contained in a candy… It does not seem to have been too efficient, but… too bad.”

“I hope that you like it all the same?”

“One would really have to be too exiging… specially when you consider that when those bastards will have taken their pleasure out of her, I will take virginity…”

The monk laughed…

“Later, we will try to bring her here again under some other pretense…”

“Are you sure of the silence of the guys?”

“Oh yes, quite sure, they often come to the recto-rate to play with my maid, without their wives knowing it… I have them at my entire disposal…”

“And what about the husband… If he wakes up?”

“No danger… It was a good dose… Tomorrow, when he will wake up, he will think that he fucked his sweet wife all night long…”

“But her… What if she complaints?…”

“She would not dare, it would be too shameful for her to say that she accepted to leave him on such an evening…”

Their conversation was interrupted by the continuous lament of the young bride, that was being ass-fucked by another peasant… “Come, let's watch that…” said he monk.

He walked to the mirror with Barral, and they contemplated the heavy and thick prick that the bride's belly was swallowing… The hose was completely distended under the size of the dart… Under the vacillating light of the oil-lamps, the tableau had a strange deeply lubric allure… The girl was moaning sustained by the plougher's powerful hands, but it was nearly an inert flesh that he was dominating… The belly was slapping against her ass, and one could hear the damp noise of the piston sliding in and out of the painfully distended sheath…

Soon the man sighed and stopped. The silence impressed the men, excited by that savage possession. The man disimpaled the girl, and she had to be held… Then she was placed on her back, on the bench.

The monk came by.

“Let me go… Leave me alone, I hurt too much… No more…”

“Hush little girl… Now you will be rewarded, you will become a complete woman…”

Two men were already holding her arms as if she was crucified… And her breasts, reddened by the cat o nine tails, are pointing arrogantly on her chest. Barral takes the girl's knees, he folds the legs till the knees touch the belly, and then he takes the legs apart… He contemplates that pink virgin cunt, around which the blows left some tiny red marks…

He bends down, his erected prick is posed against the slit, the head slides between the thick lips, and stops against the closed hymen. Without pushing Barral caresses the flesh, softly, and for a long time… The girl, exhausted does not react, she stays there, her eyes closed, mouth agape… She sighs deeply, and little by little the sighs change of tone… Barral guesses that the intense excitation given by the flagellation of her sensitive flesh is bringing the girl a little of voluptuousness… Barral feels his prick get harder and harder, then he pushes slowly his prick, while turning in direction in the cunt… The hymen is tenses, distended and suddenly opens, the raped girl utters a pitiful cry and tries to escape from the male's embrace, in vain. The other men are nailing her to the bench, and inexorably the prick goes deeper, and deeper in her cunt and only stops when it reaches the bottom of the vagina.

Barral rests a little, slowly caressing the bride's breasts, she looks like a wound bird, in her white veil… Then slowly he fucks her, his teeth clenched, his eyes closed.

They are all looking at the love act… The prick is going in and out from the cunt, covered with blood, but also with the girl's come juices…

Barral is now glued to her, bites at her half opened lips, slides his tongue in her mouth and aspires her warm breath… and with powerful movements of his loins he digs his prick in the burning cunt.

The wide open eyes of the woman are now reflecting a strange impression, they widen and Barral thinks that it is desire. He aspires the tongue that does not refuse the kiss… He feels the white-silk stockings against his sides, he guesses that after all that display of intense voluptuousness, he will be the first to really create pleasure in that body, her first womanly pleasure… He wants her all and completely. After the brutal possession comes the most refined caresses… He does not move completely out of her, so that her bruised flesh would not suffer more from that contact. His prick is now deeply in her cunt, and he fucks with all his strength… He is completely in her… And what could not be avoided happens… She gives herself completely. He orders the men to free her arms, and she grabs him by the neck, encircle his shoulders, her body arched, her belly tensed, glued to the man's belly, and the orgasme comes. Half conscious, she bites Barrral's lips… Then mad with pleasure she hollers her joy and let her arms fall from each side of the bench while the man lets the sperm go in her, in hot long splurts…