Robert Vickers: Raped stepdaughter

She screamed again and again. The pain was unbearable. The girl simply couldn't tolerate it. She was sure she'd go mad from the agony ripping into her asshole.

"So, the bitch knows what pain is like. Good. And now, now, I'll fuck that sweet little cunt of yours."

He jumped onto the bed. The rocking motion drove the broom handle even deeper into her ass. Her world was filled with searing, red pain. She couldn't think. Her entire body was writhing in agony. Nothing had ever felt worse. She couldn't imagine pain so unending.

Then she knew real horror. He was kneeling between her wide-spread legs, fondling his prick. He was pushing it toward her gaping cunt. He was going to fuck her – while the broom stick was still up her ass!

If he balled her now, he would ram that broom stick all the way through her body. His weight alone on top of her would drive the wooden stick deep into sensitive tissue.

She felt the familiar tingle as his cockhead touched her pussy lips. The sensations of pain were momentarily forgotten as pleasure seeped into her ravaged body. It was odd. She was hurting, bad, and now pleasure was beginning to erase the hurt he'd given her.

But not for long. When he rammed his prick all the way up her juicy cunt, the broom handle worked its way deeper into her asshole. The pain and joy blended together in her head. She couldn't tell one from the other.

"Oh, Christ, what did I ever do to you? WHY? WHY?"

"Because you're a loud mouthed bitch, kid, that's why. And you got the tightest twat I ever fucked. God, but you feel good around me."

His prick began working back and forth in her cunt. She didn't understand why her twat continued to froth over. She was creaming just like she enjoyed what he was doing to her.

Getting fucked, sure, she enjoyed that. But the broom handle up her ass was torture. The pain was driving her out of her mind. She could barely handle the agony assaulting her loins.

Still he fucked with slow, deliberate movements. His cock spread her inner tissues wide. He stretched her cunt walls to the breaking point. And he felt damned good buried balls deep in her seething cunt. He was a man with a huge cock. He could satisfy any woman with that pussy pleaser.

Why did he have to torture her? He seemed to get some perverse enjoyment from it. The more her face contorted in pain, the faster he fucked her. His cock was searing her cunt wails. The friction mounted. He fucked with all his strength, rocking her back and forth on the bed.

Even the bed springs seemed to conspire against her. The rocking motion drove the broom handle even deeper into her asshole. She knew the damned thing had to be a good four inches up her rectum by now. The pain was worse than any she'd ever felt before. It was worse than if he'd shoved a broken bottle up her rear.

"Don't! I beg you. Don't do this to me! I can't take any more. I-I'll pass out!"

"Go on, slut. I'm going to fuck you anyway." He showed her he meant it. His hips pistoned in and out of her cunt until she was burning from the fucking and the broom stick up her ass. The girl was screaming now, screaming out her torture.

He ignored her. If anything, he was enjoying the sigh of her agony. He fucked with long, deliberate strokes that carried him crotch to crotch with her. When their bushes touched, he ground his into hers trying to get an extra inch of penetration up her pussy.

Normally, the teenager would have enjoyed this. Not now. Hands numbed from lack of circulation, her legs feeling lead heavy, the broom handle inching into her guts, she was being humiliated by an expert.

Her tits burned with the inner fire of abuse where he'd put the black electrical tape, then pulled it off. There seemed to be no part of her body that wasn't hurting.

"Ungh! Oooooh, stop, stop!"

He didn't stop. If anything, he fucked her even faster. He was a blur over her body as he drove his nine inch spike of cock into her yielding twat. He reveled in the way he was debasing her. She was defiled, humiliated. And he loved every second of it.

For reasons locked up in her body, the girl found a sexual tension mounting. As he slammed repeatedly into her cunt, she let the feeling of impending orgasm build. Then the floodgates of her desire ruptured.

She climaxed.

"Oooooooh! Aaaieeeee!"

Her entire body shook. Then there was nothing but pain left in her world. The broom handle was cutting into her ass with fierce precision. The welts across her belly and tits were standing up in red relief, painful and throbbing. Even her cunt ached. She was stiff and sore from being spread-eagled on the bed.

He stopped fucking her and gazed down into her face. "You did get off on it. I thought so. God, I never saw such a perverted bitch in all my life. Tied and raped and you enjoy the hell out of it!"

She began crying. He was right. She shouldn't have gotten her rocks off. But she did. And she hated herself for it.

Jon's cock danced around in front of his body. She may have gotten off on the bizarre, pain-filled fucking, he hadn't. His prick was still as long and rigid as ever. The gleaming cunt juices on it told exactly how much fucking had gone on.

Her twat was still frothing with her fuck fluids.

And her ass still burned from the broomstick shoved into it. The weight of her body drove it in even further. She tried to hold herself off the bed and keep her weight from making it worse, but she was only partially successful. When his weight crushed down on hers, she'd damn near been impaled by it.

Melissa hated the man more than ever. He wasn't human. And no animal she knew could ever think up such a horrifying tortures.

Had he known she would come? If so, that made what he did even more despicable. He had actually used her body to turn traitor against her. The forced fucking was bad, the torture worse, but worst of all was the feeling she had for herself. All self-esteem had fled.

She was defiled, degraded. She hated herself almost as much as she did the man who'd done these things to her. If she had been able to, she would have killed herself then and there.

It wasn't possible, though. Not with her hands bound and her feet securely fastened to the foot of the bed.

"Hmmm, I guess I got to get my rocks off some way. That cunt of yours is tight, I'll give you that. But it doesn't seem like you got your heart and soul in the fucking. Maybe I'll have to try a tighter passage."

"You bastard. You filth. You…" she kept up a steady string of increasing nasty things. It seemed to relieve some of the hatred she felt. The words meant nothing but it was the best she could do, tied up as she was. Deep down inside she secretly hoped he would kill her. That would put her out of her misery. And eventually, he would be arrested and convicted of the crime.

It was the only way she could ever get back at him. He was too strong and masterful for her to strike back in any other way. He could take what he wanted – and did.

"I'm going to shut you up this time. I'm sick of that foul mouth gushing out that filth."

He pulled a strip of the black tape and fastened it over her lips. She felt the sticky tape biting harshly into her ruby red lips. Knowing how it would hurt if he yanked if off, she subsided. It wouldn't do her any good to try and force the tape from her mouth. It was there to stay until he decided to remove it.

"There, you're quieter. I like that. But that broom stick. Christ, you kids think of the damnedest ways of masturbating. Hell, I'm going to show you what a real cock feels like up your asshole."

He smiled as the horrified look flashed across her face. He couldn't fuck her up the rear! He couldn't! She had never taken a man up there before. And the way her asshole burned from the broom handle, he would rip her to shreds. She'd bleed to death!