C Holliday - Her animal act

Being raped is a horrible thing, she thought, but it isn't nearly as horrible as being beaten to death!

Accepting her fate reluctantly, wanting to get it over with so he'd go away and leave her alone, Ruth shut her eyes and rolled obediently to her back. She could feel his hot gaze moving over her body, and it sent a wave of revulsion through her.

"You are a true blonde… one of the few I've ever seen. I like it. Your bush is quite hairy for a blonde. A very attractive pussy indeed. Spread your legs. Let me see if your lips are as pink as your nipples."

As her mind screamed a silent protest, Ruth spread her legs so he could examine her.

"Wider."

She spread her legs until the cords connecting her thighs to her body stood out tautly – wishing she could faint so she wouldn't be aware of what was happening to her. Then he touched her with his foot, probing into her with his big toe, pulling her open. She fought the reflex to jerk away, knowing if she did it would probably earn her a kick right at her most tender part.

"Yes, a very attractive pussy, all in all. The lips are not as pink as your nipples, but I like them. They should feel nice and tight around me. Why are they so hot and slick, rubia? Do you feel passion already? Perhaps the show you witnessed had this effect on you?"

Oh, good Lord! she thought. What a filthy animal he is!

But she said, "Get it over with. Do what you want and go away. Please get it over with!"

"Ahhh. You do feel desire."

"No! I feel nothing but disgust!" she shouted.

"Don't raise your voice to me again," he said coldly.

The pain inside her was ebbing away. She could breathe normally again. Do I dare? she wondered. I could kick his testicles and maybe stun him long enough to beat him unconscious with that heavy ash tray.

She opened her eyes and looked up at his face. It was too far away. All she could see was a blur. But his big cock was closer, and she saw it clearly. His scrotum, too, hanging between his legs and swaying as he toyed at her clitoris with his big toe.

Stop it. It doesn't feel good. I can't let it feel good!

But it did; and she squirmed reflexively.

Kick his balls, she told herself. Quickly, while there is still time! But I can't… he's standing between my legs and I can't kick him! His balls are big – like his penis. It would really hurt him if I could just get my foot into position to kick them. But I can't. Damn it… I can't get at them!

He bent over her, still standing between her legs and making it impossible for her to kick his vulnerable organs. His fingers bit into her upper arms as he grabbed her roughly and jerked her to her knees. The head of his cock pushed hotly at her tightly clamped lips. Frantic, she turned her head, feeling the clear fluid his passion had caused streak across her soft cheek.

"Kiss it. Kiss my cock."

"I'd rather die!" she wailed.

He snorted, then grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her, screaming, to her feet, bringing their faces close together. His eyes were angry slits boring into hers. Then he smiled and shoved her toward the bed.

Her legs couldn't move fast enough to keep up with her body. She tumbled to the hard floor and slid part way under the bed before she stopped. He was at her instantly, grabbing her ankle and dragging her from beneath the bed, her tits and palms squeaking on the worn linoleum.

"I'm through toying with you. Get up. Get on the bed."

Ruth struggled to her feet. Trying to stall for time, she asked, "Do you want me to take off my stockings and garter belt?"

He took his cock in one hand and Ruth's left nipple in the other, squeezing both until she was whimpering with pain.

"You're hurting me!"

He twisted her tender pink bud, pulling down as he did, forcing her once again into a kneeling position before him.

"Ohhh… don't! Please don't."

"Kiss my cock or I'll twist your tit off!"

The intense pain in her nipple made Ruth do as he said. She brought her full lips quickly to the blood-engorged head of his cock and kissed it.

"Lick it."

She hesitated; but when he twisted her abused nipple harder, she let her lips part and licked his hot glans. His hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth forward, sending his bulging knob between her teeth and over her rapidly retreating tongue. It bumped the back of her throat, making her gag and choke.

His dick left her mouth as quickly as it had entered. His hands hooked under her arms and lifted her from the floor. Ruth couldn't see anything. Her eyes were full of tears from the awful pain in her tit and the gagging and choking his cock had caused. She felt him toss her into the air, and she gasped at the helpless falling sensation. Then she hit the bed, the mattress sagging with her weight and the springs groaning in protest.

The old bed was still bouncing when Pico leaped on it and covered her body with his. His knees worked between hers, forcing her legs apart.

"Oh, dear God!" Ruth moaned, feeling his hot, hard glans probe at her vulva.

She squirmed in an effort to evade him, sobbing and beating at his shoulders as fast and hard as she could.

"That's it," he panted. "Fight. Fight me, rubia!"

"Animal… you miserable animal," she moaned, raking her fingernails across his back so harshly it hurt her fingers.

"Aargh! Again!"

When she realized her scratching was bringing him more pleasure than pain, she buried her face into the crook of his neck and bit with all her might. His glans pressed into her hairy opening, dilating her, stretching her painfully. She bit him harder.

He screamed, suddenly hunching forward, filling her completely as he lunged in to the very hilt. His heavy balls made a splatting noise as they arched forward and hit into the crack of her ass.

Ruth sucked in her breath raggedly, quivering from head to toe as the searing pain from his brutal thrust raced through her. She knew he'd ripped her apart with his thick cock. The whole room spun dizzily around. She clenched her hands into tight fists, lying beneath him docilely now, biting her lip against the pain in her loins. Her chest heaved as she fought desperately for air. Her eyes clenched firmly shut, she threw back her head and rolled it from side to side, sobbing and gasping.

"Hot," Pico sighed contentedly. "So hot and tight!"

Ruth refused the kiss he tried to give her. She jerked her head to the side and snarled, feeling his mouth cover her ear and his tongue lick wetly inside it. It sent a chill up her spine. She could feel the head of his rod deep inside her belly. Never had Elliott penetrated her so thoroughly. His ass began moving in a tiny circle, causing his glans to flip maddeningly at her cervix.

All too soon her pain was gone. She wished it back, preferring it to the new sensations rushing in to take its place. Wetly, his tongue worked snakelike in her ear, affecting Ruth despite her resolve to ignore it. She tried hard to ignore his tongue, but she couldn't; nor could she ignore the incessant massage his cockhead was giving the mouth of her womb. It was too much for her. Before she realized it she was rolling her hips along with his, rubbing her awakening clitoris at the sharp bone under his pummeling pubic mound.

Stop it! her conscience barked.

But I can't help it… he's raping me, her body protested.

You don't have to like it, her conscience snapped back. Only whores like it! Lie quietly, the way you usually do with Elliott!

"Wha-What are you doing?" Ruth gasped, looking up at Pico's lust-racked face, struggling to keep him from pinning her hands helplessly to the mattress.

He chuckled, easily forcing her arms to the bed on either side of her body and holding them there. "The preliminaries are over. I think you're ready to be fucked now. Give me a good ride, rubia."