Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

"Aaaaggggghhhhh… nnnnooooo. Stop, please stop. I can't stand it." She groaned, the pain almost too much for her to bear. Her virginity had been split wide asunder, she was no longer the pure young innocent girl of yesterday and this animal of a man was rocking back and forth on top of her fucking into her like a stallion gone mad.

Her own uncle…

She wanted to cry out her desperate hate, but she could feel herself slipping into the pleasant euphoria of a faint as his huge penis battered deeper and deeper into her belly.

He lowered his eyes and watched his moist, throbbing prick, moist along its whole length from her involuntary secretions and a slight trickling of blood as he rammed again and again into her. He saw the ragged pink edges of her flesh drawing back with it and swallowing it whole again like the lips of a child sliding hungrily over an over-sized candy sucker. His eyes dimmed at the obscene sight and with a deep throated groan he began to establish a powerful rhythm of thrust and withdrawal, bruising her buttocks with his loins at every inthrust, clasping her thighs and crushing them back at every withdrawal.

The breath began to wheeze in his throat and he spread her thighs further apart, unaware that she was lying a dead weight under his punishment. He flattened her body even further into the mattress with the weight of his arms and shoulders. She was like the sacrificial offering of the virgin to some fleshy God. She was a source of pleasure on which he could vent his every sexual whim. His head tingled and his penis throbbed and enlarged and its very tip seemed to be pierced with steel blades. He felt a great exhilarating sense of power with her body helpless beneath him like this and he lunged at her open crotch with all the strength of his loins and all the muscular reflex of his thighs. He wanted to split her right up to her navel, to force from her screams of anguish and latent pleasure, to lose his whole body, the whole of his loins in her belly.

He heard slight whimpers, strangled groans come from her mouth each one cut short by the stabbing overlap of another with each pile driving entry he made into the elastic, stretching tunnel of her vagina.

He felt the softness of her cervix with the tip of his penis as he screwed his hips against her and he could feel the solid, dammed-up weight of the flood-tide building in his loins.

He began to pant even harder and his head rolled back and forth, sweat running into his eyes. He was grunting like a pig as he continued the inhuman battering against the walls of her vagina. He thrust harder and harder at her until she was buffeted forward against the headboard and she moaned with pain with every movement. He felt his punishing prick, his impaling phallus grow thicker and thicker to the point of bursting and the great flood tremble at the dam. He tensed his buttocks, scratching his nails along the skin of her back and with every forward surge he trembled from his heels to his wildly swaying testicles.

He ground and scratched at her brutally and cruelly, his passion soaring to a fever pitch. There was no holding himself back now, he had to empty himself completely inside this young helpless girl… this young helpless niece of his that he had wanted to crawl on top of for so many years. He could feel her begin to regain her consciousness and her body begin to squirm under him, moaning in helpless immobility. Her movements incited him more and he thrust harder between her wide-spread thighs, ramming his cock up inside her into the deepest, secret recesses of her belly. He groaned in painful ecstasy, the pain from holding back, until he could stand it no longer. His whole body shuddered and tensed in a long taut curve as the roaring flood of hot, white semen broke loose and rushed into her in boiling profusion through his thick, hard cock to shatter out into her cunt like a raging torrent of thick white cream.

Christine lay helpless, unable to move as she felt him erupting inside her, spurting his lewd, sperm deep into the hidden corners of her vagina and filling her belly almost to the bursting point with the hot, slippery liquid.

Oh God, he's going to make me pregnant! He's going to make me pregnant! The thought flickered half consciously through her dazed and tortured mind. She tried to squirm away again but there wasn't the slightest hope of escape now and there was nothing left but to lie passively beneath him as he throbbed the remaining store of his passion deep up inside her.

Finally, after a seeming eternity of this ultimate humiliation, her uncle grunted and slipped his cock wetly out from between her thighs letting it lie for a long minute against the inner softness of her leg. She could feel him looking down at her tear-stained face and in her dazed state of mind finding herself hoping he had had enough and would steal away quietly to leave her alone in her misery and shame.

But, he did not move and the horrible realization that perhaps it had all just begun brought a quiver of fear through her battered and ravished body.

Oh God, what more could he do? Wasn't her virginity and all the honor she possessed enough?

Christine thought that she would not be able to bear the pain of this horrible rape any longer without going completely insane. The searing fire that was burning deep in her belly could not be extinguished and she wished with all her heart that she could slip into the welcome darkness of death. There was nothing else left now.

She rolled slightly on her side trying to force her uncle's weight off of her. He slid to her side, but didn't release the hold that he had around her waist.

She tried to struggle, but her stomach was still tight with pain and his grip was too strong.

"Please stop now," she whimpered. "You've done what you wanted with me, I'm no good for anyone else, now, please leave me alone." Her pleas fell on deaf ears and she heard her uncle utter a low sadistic chuckle.

"Now, now, my darling little niece. We haven't finished our little fun yet. I've waited a long time to get into that proud little pussy of yours and now I want everything you've got to offer… right now… tonight!" He hissed down at her, his hot stale breath causing the poor terrorized girl to turn her head to the side to blot out the unpleasantness and the horrible, depraved leer on his face. Tears began to stream down her face again in an uncontrollable flood of self-pity and shame. She found herself wondering how long it would go on and what other sick indignities he had in mind for her. Although now… now what did it matter… what did anything matter… she was ruined… ruined forever… nothing could be worse than that.

Her body lay still now in a dazed stupor, too hurt and shamed to offer the slightest resistance even as she felt herself being rolled over on the bed by his harsh calloused hands. His hot weight dropped on her back, his flesh oozing over her like some great rubbery mass of soft jelly.

She was aware of the hardening of her uncle's penis once more, this time jerking against the crease of her buttocks and she could feel the pressure of his hands on her waist. His hands ran over the long, firm muscles of her calves and up the inside of her thighs and he smoothed her buttocks with his fingers. She tried to twist away from him, not yet aware of what he was going to do.

She felt a dull discomfort between her buttocks and she shuddered against him, but made no other movement, as if she realized the futility of opposition.

He ran the edge of his right hand down the crease of her buttocks. It was hot between them and the flesh was a little wet and clinging from his sperm. His fingers began to explore the tight, puckered skin around the tiny elastic orifice. And then it exploded in her mind, the lewd, obscene thought that he was going to sodomize her, ram his thickening penis right up her virgin rectum. Oh God, oh God, ran helplessly through her mind. She could not move. He drew aside the buttocks like two halves of a soft fruit. She tried to tense her soft cheeks together again, but he tore at them with brutal determination and she was forced to give up her struggle.