Roger Grayson - The Two-Way Mirror

"Now, bitch, I'm going to fuck you this way for awhile," he spat down at her whining head buried in the pillow. "With your ass waving high in the air the way Brendell likes it. But first… first, I'm going to lick that cunt of yours. I want to know if it tastes as sweet as it looks."

Oh God in heaven… she couldn't believe what was taking place. She felt him climb from the bed, then heard him drinking… as if from a bottle. Again, his weight was on the bed behind her secured body and moving toward her. Her flesh burned and ached from the whipping he had given her, and she could hardly move from the obscene position he had tied her into. Her buttocks waggled high in the air behind her, her head necessarily drawn down to the pillow by the strips securing her outstretched arms… her ankles tied as were her knees from moving out of her distorted stance.

God… maybe she deserved the beating… maybe she did, but nothing more… not this degradation… not this humiliation… Her body lurched forward automatically as something warm and wet contacted the area back between her wide-spread buttocks. Again, it came and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her as she felt his tongue trail hotly upward along the crevice between her separated buttocks. And then it stopped to taunt her tiny, puckered anus! Jeff's tongue! It whipped her breath away and momentarily, she froze… gradually relaxing as she heard the wet sluicing sound of his tongue laving the smooth white cleft of her backside. Oh… oh God… it was… was good… good! It continued… and then, she felt the tight lips of her cunt being pressed open gently with his thumbs… and the cool air seeping in… Oh Jeff! Jeff!

"Darling!" she exclaimed, and he slapped her stingingly across the ass.

Dear God… he hates me, she thought, as she felt her soft, hair-lined cuntal lips being pulled apart again… and then, his tongue! Oh… oh… oh! I mustn't tell him or he'll stop. No, I mustn't tell him… Oh God, it's beautiful… beautiful! It's an ecstasy all its own… his tongue flicking wetly… curling into my vagina… Ooooohhhhh! Now what? His finger… pressing at my anus… Ugh! It's in! Moving up inside my rectum while his tongue licks… Oh God! My clitoris! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!… Dear Jeff, darling, darling, darling… His finger… or is it two? Whichever, they're setting me on fire… expanding that entrance… I know what you intend to do to me, darling! I know! And it's all right… I want you to! I wont you to!

Suddenly, he raised his head and moved in close to her completely defenseless, upthrust ass, his aching prick dancing wildly as he pressed its throbbing head against the tight little puckered entrance to her asshole.

"Now… you be a good girl and I'll wet this so it'll slip in nice and easy, understand?

Karen didn't answer.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," he hissed down at her. "I just wanted you to know so you could cringe a little. Maybe, you haven't been screwed too much there yet, and it'll be still somewhat virginal…"

"It is virginal!" she blurted up from the pillow at him. "I'm not what you think I am… and I back!"

Karen couldn't hold back the tears of pain and humiliation, yet her fear of disobeying him in his present half-crazed state forced her to respond. She hunched back suddenly as he pressed forward and she felt the excruciating torture of his throbbing shaft surge into her, pushing the rubbery resistant flesh before it until finally, with one last buttock-flattening lunge he had ground it all the way up inside the warm, constricting depths of her rectum.

"Ooahhh, my God," she moaned in her torment, biting at her lower lip until she tasted her own blood; then, she felt his pelvis smack solidly into the softness of her upturned buttocks and his balls swing hard against the spread lips of her vagina below. Dear God, she was impaled to the hilt, unable to move and afraid to breathe with the unbelievable, horrible pressure that felt as if her thighs were splitting agonizingly apart.

His body stilled momentarily, as if he had found, perhaps, a tiny fleck of mercy in his revenge-crazed mind, and while the walls of her widely stretched rectum slowly adjusted, the brutal pain began to subside. She still felt ripped and stretched there from the unnatural invasion, white at the same time and for some perverted reason she had begun to experience a sensation of atonement.

She deserved everything he was doing to her… and would do to her! It had been her fault they divorced… not his! She had nearly ruined their lives… and played the slut to obtain her portion of success in the bargain! She was a whore! And now she would crawl before him… let him use her like a lowly slave if he wanted… endure whatever pain, degradation and humiliation he would inflict upon her willingly to prove her love to him!

"How do you like that, bitch?" he snarled down at her thickly, grinding his pelvis hard between her flattened buttocks and seemingly shoving his rigid cock right up to her colon. Then, he flexed the turgid head painfully and she gasped aloud.

Oh God, give me the strength to endure it! I must keep my wits…

"Brendell, ever get it in this deep, pig?" he grunted as he began to saw rhythmically far up into the pink inflamed passage.

I-I've got to reach him… make him understand… for when he's through with me tonight I'll never see him again… This will truly be the end for us… it's now or never…

Jeff groaned as suddenly he felt her anal muscles tighten around his long thick length buried inside her. His prick throbbed harder and he could barely believe it when the round soft moons of her buttocks began to churn back against him in a slow, methodical undulation. He moaned again as he felt her channel convulse and tighten around him warmly while he moved in and out of her, watching the pinkish round skin of her puckered little asshole clinging to his shaft as he drew out, then disappearing back inside with his inward thrust.

Karen, kneeling before and beneath him, prayed… prayed as she had never before prayed in her life that she would be able to reach him… make him understand how much she loved him. In her obscene position she began to rotate her round full buttocks in tiny circles, waving her voluptuous cheeks back at him lasciviously… until it dawned upon her of a sudden that undoubtedly there was some whore in her, for she had begun to experience a tingle of masochistic excitement. Oh God, she wanted to enjoy it… had to enjoy it to make him feel her love. There was still pain, but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself bucking and squirming back to meet the lewd impalement while he jerked forward into her.

"Damn! You are a bitch!" he hissed down at her bitterly, grunting each time he surged forward; she too, had begun to moan almost incessantly and uncontrollably beneath him, twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lustful invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper.

"No… no!" she managed to cough at him. "No one has… has ever done… done this to me… before. It's… it's you, Jeff… darling… I-I love you… don't you see?"

She turned her face to the side on the bed and he could see her teeth bared in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes plunging deep into her. Her long blonde hair flowed out over the bed, flailing wildly as with a violent thrust she would grunt and toss her head to the other side.

'Could it be true,' he thought, his brain reeling in its liquor sodden state? Did she really love him? Had he misjudged her?

"Oooooh, oooooh," Karen moaned and grunted beneath him while be pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart, allowing him to go deeper and just holding it there. His cock was buried to his very balls up her expanded rectum and he suddenly gasped again.