Richard Mountbatten - Spell of the Beast

"Oh, shit… am I going to fuck you… Mrs. Wright," he hissed down at her, lewdly. "When you get this cock of mine inside that tight little cunt… you'll be begging me to fuck you with it!"

"N-Never!" she managed.

"We'll see!"

Cock! Cunt! Fuck…! Oh, God…! Why does he have to use those vulgar… filthy, dirty words?

Joan lay, trembling, beneath him, as though she were struck immobile, paralyzed, her eyes watching his mouth, fixedly, as he spouted the obscene words at her, their vile, lewdness revulsing her, but, at the same time, they arced with searing heat into her brain, exciting her, filling her with their salacious meanings and she struggled, desperately, to control his gradual subjugation of her mind. Already, her body had betrayed her… but she must not let him distort her mind with his filthy talk. Love and sex were perverted when it was lowered in this way… ground into the dirt, as it were, by the use of these forbidden, vulgarities.

Dear Lord… help me! Help me… to resist it! I can't… I won't let him… drag me down… brutalize me… make me act like an animal!

"All right… baby… take my prick in your hot, little hand and put it in that luscious pussy of yours!" he commanded, his lustful eyes burning down into her own fear-filled face.

"Oh… God, no… Please! No! I-I can't… I just can't…!" she groaned in her further humiliation, her body trembling in trepidation and abject shame… yet even as she spoke her disavowal, her hand, unbidden, uncontrollably slid down across her belly, between them, to pause only inches away from the rod of hardened male flesh, as she began to shake her head from side to side, frantically, the hot tears, again, streaming down her face, the battle between her senses, driving her hedonistically and her brain, trying to steer her on a straight course, raging in her contorted, indecisive facial expressions.

"Do it! God damn it!" he snarled down at her. "Take it in your hand and put it in! Do it, now… you little bitch!"

"OOOoooh, God…!" she groaned, once more, as her tiny hand reached across the remaining few inches that seemed to her a mighty gulf, the simple reaching movement, the decision to make it as difficult, in her mind, as the first step she took down the center aisle of her church on the day that she became James Wright's bride. God! How could she forget?

Jim! Oh, Jimmy…! You'll understand… won't you? Oh, God…! Help make him understand… I don't want to do this!

Her fingers tried to encircle his mighty, throbbing shaft, and a great, stabbing fear pierced her belly, as she truly realized for the first time the true size of his monstrous, lust-inflated cock.

"What in hell are you waiting for…? Put my cock in your fucking cunt… quick, before I shoot all over your belly!" he rasped out at her.

Buzz lowered his hips toward her while Joan spread her thighs even farther apart, as she guided his heavy, pulsing prick toward the quavering, moist portal of her vagina, using the thick, bulbous head to part the sparse blonde pubic hair and divide the full, fleshy lips of her cunt, the fleshly contact galvanizing the sensitive nerves, her body-mind in a whirl of both fear and wild anticipation.

She gasped aloud, her head flailing in uncontrolled agitation, a great shudder passing through her body as the shiny, surprisingly soft and resilient red-cowled head of his rock-hard cock pressed against the wet, sensate flesh of her quivering cuntal slit, and she held her breath, as she lay paralyzed with fear beneath him, the tears of her shame flowing in scalding cascades down her cheeks;… then, he moved down on her, jerking his hips forward, slightly, that caused her a sharp, splitting, tearing pain from the stretching pressure of his engorged rod of flesh at the tight, little hole of her vagina.

"Oooooooooooh!" she cried… and he pushed again, the smooth, rubbery head moving forward, the tip of it barely finding room in the tight, resisting passage. "Aaaaaaaaagggh!" she wailed, chokingly, as the huge organ, blood-inflated and aching forced its way into the tight, elastic opening, stretching it painfully, brutally, the resilient flesh resisting yet allowing the entry, but Joan was sure that she was being torn and ripped apart by the almost unbearable pressure that bore down between her widespread legs.

"Buzz! Buuuuuzzzz! Oh, God… Buzz! You're ripping me… in two…! My God… I can't stand it…! It hurts… too much! Please…? Please… no!" she screamed, but the lust, the savage animal lust on his face, the look of pure, sadistic delight he was taking, as he forced his giant cudgel into her resisting channel told her that she would gain no quarter of mercy from him. It would be a waste of her breath to plead with him, beg him to ease her torture.

"Dear God… Oh, dear God!" she shrilled as he pressed down upon her, shoving his massive cock into her, inch by excruciating inch, until, suddenly, she saw his expression change from lust to agonizing need, as if he could no longer stand the waiting and watching game he played with her helpless, debauched body. He glanced down between them to see that little more than half his length was imbedded in the quivering coral depths of her pussy, his stud-horse shaft straining at the tight, elastic nether mouth at the cusp of her marble-like thighs. With all the strength of his strong, young body, he thrust, forcefully, sending his long, thick prick racing and plunging up, up, into her cringing, palpitant passage with the feral, animal ferocity of a rutting stallion.

"AAAAAaaaggh! God in heaven!" Joan screamed as the thick, blood-engorged head pressed the resisting coraline walls of her vaginal vault in surging wavelets ahead of it, the great breadth and length of him soaring heavily up into the deepest depths of her belly until she felt his heavy, pendulant, sperm-loaded balls smack hard up against the rounded, upturned cheeks of her trembling buttocks.

"Dear God…!" she keened beneath him as she lay perfectly still, not daring to move lest she be split wide open! His cock had stuffed her cunt full… fuller than it had ever been before and the walls of her vagina felt as though they had been scraped raw from the brutal entry of his massive, foraging prick. It lay in her like a log, every bit of the hardened rod in contact with the moist sensitive tissue of her cuntal passage, every wrinkle and ridge of his tumescent flesh discernible to her as that giant man-cock lay sunken, deeply, up into her churning loins.

His breath began to rasp in his throat as he lay heavy upon her, momentarily; then he expanded his cock, flexing it deep inside the tender flesh of her moist sheath, and moving it inward, deeper, another fraction of an inch.

"Ooh! Aaaaaaaagggh!" Joan moaned and he repeated it, again and again, each flexing, outward expansion against her vaginal passage eliciting tearful groans of agony and shameful degradation from deep in her throat; presently, however, slowly, she became aware that her passage was beginning to adjust to the abnormal size of the hardened rod imbedded there. Now, her whining, sniffling whimpers of pain decreased as the man lying on her naked body began a slow, undulating, circular motion of his pelvis, grinding his cock into her tight, naked cunt, expanding the quivering fleshy walls of the channel until her whimpers of pain became mewling trills of pleasure that she could not contain.

Slowly, Buzz hoisted himself up to full arm's length and looked down at her, lewdly, anticipating in advance her reaction to his next move. His ice-blue eyes penetrated to her very soul, the sadistic pleasure of subjugating her to his will shining through them.

"You're ready to beg for it, now… Joan! Beg… baby! Beg me to fuck you!" he croaked.

Joan stared up at him in total surprise. She gasped, but her pelvis already ground in little undulant circles under her, an involuntary movement she couldn't control. Her passion-glazed eyes pleaded with him for mercy… for gentleness and restoration of her morale. She wanted him, now, but not at the expense of further degrading shame and humiliation.