Dan Webster - Forced into damnation

The memory was bringing to a boil the pot of semen in the swaying sack of nuts that slapped against her flowered pussy lips with each instroke. He could feel the creamy moisture of her cunt coating his scrotum and he knew that in spite of her horror she was being aroused, too. The only one who didn't know it was the bitch herself.

He drove his cock rhythmically in and out of her, feeling his load of hot cream beginning its long tortuous journey through the coiled tubes of his scrotum and up into his swollen hardon. His fingers gripped her hips like the sharp talons of an eagle, making her cry out unabashedly with each stroke. Then, at last, he felt the first spurt pushing its way past the constricting slit at the end of his bludgeoning prick. It was followed by another and another.

Connie could feel the hot viscous liquid pumping into her ass and greasing the walls of her bowel as the rutting monster behind her drove his cock deeper and deeper into her most private and innermost depths. Her humiliation was complete. He was buggering her pitilessly, assfucking her as though she was a sheep and he a farmboy who had never seen a woman in his life.

The searing pain had subsided a little, eased by the soothing warmth of his thick juices. But the shame and degradation were more than she could bear. She wished that he would finish with her and leave her alone to die, her body hopelessly violated and her honor irretrievably tarnished.

But Edward kept driving his cock into her until it became deflated. Then he moved backwards, letting it pull from her asshole with a nauseating "plop".

Connie fell forward onto the foam cushion of the platform and then rolled over, staring unseeing at the ceiling. Tears streamed unchecked from the corners of her eyes, trailing across her reddened burning cheeks and pooling on the mattress alongside her face. Well, at least it's over, she thought. Now maybe he'll let me die in peace.

But she had forgotten about Cobb who now stood over her, a drink still in his hand. He was completely naked and his cock was at attention, pointing up at the ceiling and forming a forty-five-degree angle with his taut flat belly. His entire body was covered with a fine layer of curling hair, reddish-brown in color. It looked like the coat of some prehistoric fur-bearing animal.

His pubic triangle was thicker and bushier than the rest of his body hair, and its color was almost exclusively red. The thick curling hair even grew on the shank, of his massive prick, furring the inch of cockskin closest to his body. Connie found herself staring transfixed at the hairy organ. It was long and tan like the rest of his body, but the head was a palpitating purple color and was shaped like the cap of some giant mushroom.

The mammoth hardon throbbed as Cobb's eyes traveled up and down the length of the helpless young woman's naked body. Connie thought of his cock as a cudgel with which he was about to beat her. But instead, he sat down on the platform, pushing her legs gently out of his way. Then, still holding his drink in his left hand, he lifted her legs with his right and pushed them up, bending her knees and pressing them against the soft mounds of her tits.

Connie's entire cuntal plane was exposed to him now, the lips of her pussy flowering open like the petals of a rose following a summer rain. Her feeling of humiliation was becoming more intense. She had been beaten and buggered, and now she was being opened up for this monster's inspection like a piece of meat in the market. She turned her head to one side and closed her eyes, trying to spare herself the horror of watching whatever it was that he was getting ready to do.

Cobb leaned over, bringing his face close to the drooling slash of her pussy. He inhaled deeply through his nose, savoring the aroma of her excitement. He knew women. He knew their cunts and how they smelled. This is one hot little bitch, he thought. And she doesn't even know it. He snaked his tongue quickly out from between his lips and touched it tentatively to the swollen flesh of her vulva, licking and tasting the exotic juices which were already beginning to flow.

Connie, startled by the sudden flash of pleasure that swept across her naked body, opened her eyes automatically, curious as to its source. When she saw Cobb's shiny shaved head working between her thighs, she realized at once what he must be doing. It was just like that couple on the stage at the Glass Onion. Although the thought disgusted her, she couldn't account for the warm rush of pleasure that seemed to be flooding her entire being.

She sighed involuntarily as his tongue probed deeper. She couldn't understand why this man who held her prisoner and who could make her do anything that he wanted had chosen to do something which must be so unpleasant for him. He was rooting around with his tongue and nose in her vagina, undoubtedly tasting and smelling the remnants of her, urine and smearing his face with the strange juices that were flowing in such an unfamiliar fashion.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to blot the horrible sight out of her mind. But she continued to see it, even with her eyes closed. Superimposed on the vision of Cobb licking and sucking at her drooling pussy was an image of the couple that she had seen earlier that night at the Glass Onion. They were lying on the floor, slurping away at each other's loins, sipping, and apparently swallowing the hot pungent juices of each other's bodies.

She heard the same slurping sounds coming from her own crotch as Cobb wagged his tongue back and forth in a titillating, tantalizing, tickling motion. She heard a sound, as of someone moaning, "Oooooohhhhh!"

Opening her eyes, she looked around the room, trying to find out where the sound was coming from. Then, as the tip of Cobb's exploring tongue found the hardening little button of her clit, nestled snugly in its pink little hood of cuntflesh, she beard the sound again. And suddenly she realized that it was coming from her own throat. She tried to choke it back, hating herself for her weakness.

But she couldn't silence her pleasure. The excitement which had been building unsatisfied in her body ever since her adolescence was beginning to take control of her emotions. She knew that she was powerless to resist it any longer. And she knew that if the brown man were to stop and to offer her her freedom, she would be unable to walk out of the room.

The now-familiar tingling had become more intense. She felt waves of pleasure washing over her like an ocean that couldn't be stopped. His tongue tip was making little figure eights around her blood-engorged pleasure button, and her whole body was vibrating like the sympathetic strings of a sitar. Her hips began to move up and down in a rhythm as old as man – as old as woman. She brought her body up hard against his probing tongue, trying to drive it deeper between the soft folds of cuntflesh that enveloped it.

She was no longer conscious of the sounds that were coming from her tormented throat. "Ooohh. Aaaaahhhh. Mmmmmmmmm." She groaned and sighed, oblivious to anything but the heat that was building in her pussy and spreading to her belly. She could see Cobb's head bobbing up and down, like an apple in a bucket of water, as he whipped his tongue faster and faster, churning her juices to thick creamy butter.

"Ooooh. Noooooh. Pleeeeease don't stop," she wailed. "I think I'm going to explode. Oh, no. Please help me. Oh, sweet Lord, please help me. Oh please help me. I can't stand it. Oh, Loooord."

That was the moment that Cobb had been waiting for. She was going to orgasm any second. He quickly turned over his glass, the drink long since gone. Picking up the ice cube which remained, he brought it quickly to the mouth of her pussy.

Then, just as he began to taste the first flood of aromatic juices pouring out from between her cuntal lips, he pressed the ice cube gently against her slash, moving it quickly up and down the length of the pink pulsating slit.