Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

"Ohhh… Dear Jesus!" she wailed.

Her sobbing, struggling protests brought a sudden crushing thrust from the Moroccan that sent the giant cock deep into her resisting channel, having huge ripples of tender, coral flesh in rolling swells before it. Janet lurched convulsively as the onslaught of his elephantine-cock smashed into her belly like a rutting moose. It was an untameable beast rampaging inside her, completely – without question, filling her every tiniest wrinkle and crowding her inner organs into crushed masses that could not breath or move. It was lurching for her throat, trying to burst from her mouth, endeavoring to encircle her neck and choke her to death. It was tearing her soul from her being and ravenously gulping it away in demonish bites of obscene lust.

And then… it came to an end! With a violent quake, the Moroccan's hairy pelvis thwacked solidly against her upturned crotch. The herculean sperm-bloated halls insinuated themselves into the soft, unprotected vale of her widely spread ass-cheeks.

And the colossal cock, victorious, nuzzled quiescently to its hilt, interred in Janet's pulsating and stretched cunt like some barbaric chastising torture.

Erabas, aware of her torment, held himself momentarily, until the delicious creature beneath him could adjust somewhat to tile presence of his mighty tool buried in her soft, white belly. He watched her pain-contorted face begin a slow relaxation, the tightly gnashed teeth separating in surprised adaptation.

"A-Agg-ggghhh," her lovely lips breathed in welcome relief.

Then, he flexed the great head, raising a further deep groan from her throat, her teeth re-clenching. And he flexed again, once more bringing a throaty gurgle from her but a lesser sound as her hot passage grew accustomed to his inhuman size. She clawed at his ribs in her drugged state, as she tried to get her arms around his broad back but could not, endeavoring in her pleasure-pain to make him move inside her.

"Oh… please… please! I want you to fuck me now! Ooohhh… I never dreamed one could be so big… so long… oh God!"

He began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked, helpless crotch, expanding the hesitant, but submitting, cunt-walls of her vagina beyond all reason.

Janet felt the muscles in his buttocks flexing as he began a painful sawing motion in and out of her moist, wide-stretched pussy, always building toward more powerful strokes, until he was thrusting forth unmercifully from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body back hard against the bed. Abruptly, she felt his hand sliding over the tight skin of her ass until a finger found her still raw, puckered anus nestled defenselessly below. It played there briefly, flicking teasingly at it like another fiery tongue.

"Oooohhhh!" she gasped, as it suddenly popped through the tight elastic nether ring and gouged deeply at the soft, warm, spongy flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tiny tight hole until the palm of his huge hand lay flat, covering half of her beautiful ass-cheeks, the whole giant finger sunk into her throbbing back channel like another prick. And it joined the pistoning cock in a slow rhythmic fucking duo that raised additional pain and pleasure to pour from the lips of her moaning mouth in time to their simultaneous cadence. "Oooohhhh… my God… My God! You're splitting me open… So big… so big! So hot… so beau-ti-ful…!"

Her cries filled the room as the pain eased and a wider sensation of happiness tingled through her helpless body that he was ravaging. The outrageous debasement and subjugation she was again suffering brought strange masochistic pleasures to race through her blood stream. Her hips began an automatic gyration in an abandon rhythm with the increasing speed of his cock and finger fucking into her.

Erabas enjoyed a smile of triumph as he thrust his tongue deep into her wet, sucking mouth. He felt her trying to screw her rectum back onto his probing finger as he rotated it methodically about in the warm, rubbery depths. He would suffer for this, he knew… he knew… but right at that moment he did not care. He had the beautiful blonde American bitch hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her pulsing vagina and his finger shoved tightly into her hot, flexing asshole. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she was twisting, writhing, squealing in unbelievable abandon to the double ravishment of her genitals.

He moved his other hand around the smooth rounded cheek of her buttocks to where his cock was sliding wetly in and out of her greatly stretched pussy and could feel the soft, hair-lined folds clasped tight to his rampaging shaft, and he sensed their softness pulling and giving with each long, pile-driving thrust into her.

He fondled and played with the contracting lips of her cunt where he entered her, bringing softer moans of delightful sensation from her mouth, and at the same time he could feel the ever widening passage of her seething vagina flowering in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging far into her.

Yes… yes, he would be punished… the Master had warned him never to touch the girls… that he might ruin them or even damage them forever… but he hadn't been able to help himself with this lovely American bitch… Yet, if she didn't tell… and he didn't stretch her too much, there would be no way of the Master knowing… If he could make her believe that he was going to help her… maybe, there could even be other times like this… But, poor girl, there was no escaping the Palais de Plaisir…

Now, she was thrashing beneath him and he quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep. She was ready to cum… he could sense it as her legs on either side of him jerked out wide in the air and up. He slipped his finger from her rectum with a sucking, hissing sound and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back and down against the bed on either side of her shoulders until she was bent double. The plane of her crotch was wide open to the inhuman, ramming thrusts of his loins as he continued to thud brutally into her.

"Oh… Ooooohhhhh… auuugggghhhh," she whimpered beneath him, her face twisted in an unrecognizable mask of wanton ecstasy.

Erabas grunted and groaned as he quickened his stroke, grinding sadistically deep, boring his cock far up into the hidden recesses of her untouched womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his great chest, the berry hard nipples digging into him like two rounded pebbles.

Then suddenly, she shivered under him!

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm going to… yes… I'm going to cum… yes… shit, yes! Fuck me hard! Hard! Hard! Harder…! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnngggg… Ooooohhhhhh!"

Erabas felt her cunt flowering opening around him and warm gushes of hot fluid pour into the channel around his hammering cock. He plunged farther, faster, digging deep, deep inside her. He felt her jerk up toward him several times, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his prick as if to draw the very life from him. Her breathing came from her in short, desperate gasps, and he thrust deep once more, suddenly sensing his own hot, stocky sperm shoot from the nozzle of his cock far up into her soft, quaking belly.

Janet moaned uncontrollably as his jerking prick continued to squirt its long hot streams into her and his massive body quaked violently above her. And then, her legs went limp and fell out to the side of his still heaving body. Her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body was beaten and satiated as it had never been before… and then, she saw Doctor Leduc with Vailante standing at the foot of the bed…!

"Goddamn you… you Moroccan dog!" screamed the enraged Frenchman, his face a blanched expression of pure hatred. "How many times have I warned you never to touch the girls!"