Carl Van Marcus - The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

"Oh, God, what a pussy," she heard Cash's loud voice grunt from behind her. "Jesus, this cunt's the tightest I've ever been in."

Ellen squealed in pained indignation underneath him at the sound of his coarse gasping voice. She screamed for him to get off her, knowing all the while that it was useless and that he would continue his wanton probing into her defenselessly widespread vagina. Tears of anger and frustration at the helplessness of her position streamed from her terror-stricken eyes once again. She was hopelessly trapped by the two escaped convicts who had pinioned her arms and legs firmly to the bed – and trapped by her own earlier perverted response of delight to the lewd flicking of his tongue only a few moments before. Now Cash's violent intrusion into her gentle moistly clasping passage surged inexorably forward, and she could feel the huge battering instrument growing and expanding in her relatively inexperienced womb until it felt like it would split her apart.

"Christ," Cash gagged, his lips bared back over his teeth. "I'm finally all the way in. Feels like a fucking nutcracker in there."

Ellen squirmed and clenched the powerful muscles of her buttocks tightly together in an effort to squeeze the thick turgid length of his hotly pulsating cock out, but it was useless. The gentle contracting of the firmly clasping walls of her vagina around his huge tree-trunk of an instrument only incited him more; she could feel his hardness jerking and pulsing against the smooth walls, stretching and twisting the virginal channel with lewd cruelty. She groaned piteously beneath him, and he flexed the huge rod into her damp sucking passage again and again before resuming his slow, maddening strokes in and out. The others, excited to a fever pitch by the picture of her abject helplessness, increased the indignity by pulling her legs further apart and mashing her face into the pillow until her muffled protests turned to desperate gasps for breath. All the while the huge impaling sword inside her swelled and grew, swelled and grew, until her writhing young pussy felt filled beyond all imaginable limits.

Sobbing, the pain-racked young girl finally ceased her struggle, and it was only then that the hands released her. She felt them clawing and grasping now at her defenselessly naked flesh, roaming in random patterns over every inch of her obscenely displayed body. She could hear the grossly fat evil Pop grunt as he leaned closer over the bed and wedged his two fists between her heaving chest and the mattress. Saliva trickled from his half-open panting mouth as he clasped his palms in uncontrollable excitement around the softness of her large, ripely firm breasts. He fell to a sitting position at the head of the mattress and the bed squeaked under his groaning weight. She shuddered as he drew her breasts obscenely out to the sides, pinching and squeezing the tiny bud-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until they sprung to a hard, berry-like erectness that made them more sensitive than ever.

Alongside her, Vito's cruel bony fingers swept across her backside, his long jagged nails tearing down her spine and over the pitifully cringing flesh of her buttocks until suddenly, without warning, he wormed one outstretched finger down the spread crevice between her ass-cheeks and poked against the tight rubbery ring of her puckered little anus. He shoved into the spongy clasping confines and Ellen groaned loudly in pain, her arms and legs stiffening and flailing out from the bed.

"I'm going to finger-fuck her asshole," she heard his panting, lust-deepened voice exclaim through the daze of the three-way-rape.

Cash's huge throbbing cock rammed with greater force into her tightly clasping vagina and seemed to be tearing and stretching the passage beyond all possible repair, while Vito's finger thrusting deep into the tight rubberiness of her virginal young rectum increased her torment and anguish to unbearable proportions. She discovered the pain lessened somewhat if she decreased her movements, so she lay under them as motionless as possible with only the anguished fluttering of her tormented inner muscles breaking her defeated stillness. She tightly clenched her teeth as Vito ground and twisted his outstretched middle finger deeper, circling and expanding her anal passage with his lewd manipulations. Then another finger joined the first, and Ellen broke into soft piteous sobbing, feeling as though the passage would burst from the painful gorging outward pressure.

Cash pushed his hairy groin closer to the back of her firmly fleshed thighs, and began lunging into her with long smooth strokes. He curled his hands around her small waist and splayed them over her tautly rippling abdomen, demandingly guiding her hips into a strong rotating movement as he thrust in and out of her vaginal opening which enclosed his long hard shaft like a well-fitting glove.

"Noooooo, pleeeeease," Ellen choked as the movement increased the searing pressure against the finger buried in her anus.

"Move it, bitch," Cash lifted one hand and slapped his open palm across her soft buttocks with a loud smack of flesh that resounded through the empty room. He sensed that he had lost her passionate compliance when he had stopped eating her pussy, and the knowledge filled him with an uncontrollable anger and fury. He hadn't slavered over her all night to fuck into a limp piece of meat, his mind raged, and he raised his arm and swung his open hand down hard on her hips again until her naked young body jerked in startled pain and almost slid out from underneath him.

Ellen didn't have to be told again. She immediately swung into his rhythm, and finding it didn't hurt as much as she had expected, ground and twisted her upraised buttocks as hard as she could back against his thrusting pelvis. She heard his grunts of satisfaction and sighed with relief. All that mattered now was that they didn't hurt her anymore. Anyway, it might help to get the ordeal over with.

"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, bitch," Cash snarled through lust-contorted lips, feeling her respond to him, the warm wet walls of her tight little cunt sucking and clasping tightly as they slithered over his blood-engorged member.

Ellen felt as though she were being devoured alive by a giant octopus whose clinging tentacles raced over her full free-swinging breasts and her widely splayed pumping buttocks, kneading and stroking her every inch of quivering flesh. Deep in her belly, Cash's long thick cock filled her cunt to the bursting point. With each plunge it seemed to grow ever more monstrous and enormous. His forward thrusts threw her breasts deeper into Pop's kneading hands, and when he pulled her back to him, her anus burned with Vito's fiery finger prodding into her rectum.

Cash's fingers kneaded and pulled at the soft flesh of her full firm ass cheeks, then with one swift passion-driven movement, he yanked out Vito's deeply sunk fingers and thrust his own into her defenselessly cringing rectum.

"Aaaaaargh," she screamed from the new consuming pain. Her entire lower region was freed for Cash now and while he continued to plunge his thick, wetly glistening cock into her wet tightness, he let his other hand and fingers course over the backs of her sleek young thighs and buttocks with growing uncontrollable frenzy.

She could feel him thrust more sadistically now, the sight of her fucking body obviously inciting him to greater and greater effort. Her breath came in great spasmodic gasps and mewled out in long painful groans that were no longer muffled by the mattress. Now her face was turned sideways on the mattress so that Cash could clearly see the effect he was having on her. Her eyes bulged open in a look of abject subjugation, and her lips sputtered incoherent pleadings under the humiliation and shame of his incessant pummeling from behind her.