Jon Reskind - The abducted bride

"A-Aaaaah," her lips breathed in welcome relief.

He flexed the giant head, bringing a deep groan from her lips, her teeth re-clenching. He flexed again – another groan again – a lesser groan, as her hot passage grew accustomed to the increasing size. Then he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked crotch, expanding the still cringing walls of her vagina until it fit like a well tailored glove.

Unbelieving eyes peered lustfully within inches of the huge buried member, amazed that the tight tiny cunt they had seen before was capable of swallowing the whole of it. Hands from the crowd rubbed lewdly over the moon-shaped cheeks of her skewered buttocks. From both sides of the bed, fingers pulled cruelly at the fleshy hair covered lips surrounding it. A fingertip probed under the dangling balls at her tiny puckered anus, flicking teasingly at it like another tongue. She winced as it suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring and dug deeply at the soft rubbery flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tight tiny hole until the palm of the intruding hand lay flat against her ass cheeks, the whole finger sunk safely inside the dry throbbing tunnel.

Now the Nubian began a painful sawing motion in and out of Jean's moist stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body back hard against the mattress. The finger imbedded in her ass joined the slowly pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought groans of pain and gasps of pleasure gushing from the lips of her moaning mouth in time to their simultaneous tempo.

The pain was easing and a weird sensation of happiness tingled through her helpless body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation brought strange masochistic pleasures flooding through her blood stream. Her hips began unconsciously gyrating in an abandoned rhythm with the increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into her. A thousand helpful hands groped at her from the leering faces surrounding them.

"Ohhh yes, yessss, fuck me like this. Oh shit yes, fuck me like this," she crooned, squirming her body lewdly around among the myriad of hands and fingers that crawled over her tingling flesh. She opened her eyes. Cocks were everywhere. The men around the bed had pulled them out and were stroking them over her in time to the black and white flesh smacking together before them. Long ones, short ones, fat ones, she was in a great cock heaven, surrounded by them – a prisoner of them – and all the time while the great black glistening pole fucked into her, expanding with each stroke like a giant balloon, the finger drubbed into her asshole like another cock – she was a prisoner, a helpless prisoner to the delicious rape of her cunt and asshole – trapped between them like a helpless insect.

"Oh God, don't stop! Oh fuck, don't ever stop!" she grunted into the thick stale air, gyrating her upturned ass faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous poles of flesh and finger that drubbed into her like tireless fucking machines. She felt long fleshy objects dropped into her tightly bound hands on either side of the mattress and other hands press her fingers tightly around them. She knew they were cocks and began a hard vicious stroking in time to the communal rhythm, as she felt the shaft of flesh pummeling into her throbbing cunt expanding almost to the bursting point.

"No! No! Wait, wait," she chanted in desperation, but it was too late. The Nubian's eyes rolled around helplessly in his head and his great balls began pumping spurt after spurt of hot white cum deep into her contracting belly. She ground her naked crotch up tightly against his pelvis to stop the flow for a moment but her very eagerness defeated her desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of her pussy milked it clean, the last drop of his hot load sloshed around deep inside her dilated womb.

The giant rolled useless and drained from her still squirming form, helped by a hundred eager hands clawing to take his place. A thin string of white sticky liquid trailed from his cock over her leg to the floor where he collapsed in exhaustion.

"Three dollars, my friends, three dollars," she could hear dimly through the muffled confusion of the noise and caught a glimpse of Shalla desperately reaching over heads for the freely offered bills like an excited circus barker.

Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the hurried thrust of a short fat man who had replaced the Nubian between her legs. He rammed into her like a jack-hammer, needing no fore-play to incite him. The spectacle had been enough. They raced wildly together for the climax Jean had been so cruelly deprived of when the Nubian had deserted her. It hit her suddenly, like an angry fist in the stomach. Great waves of searing indescribable joy coursed through her fanatically aroused body with the power of a thousand lightening bolts, curling the tips of her toes and fingers like burning twigs on a bonfire. The fat man's cock spat uncontrollably into her as the palms of her bound hands were flooded too with the hot sticky fluid simultaneously. Great pools of cum clung stickily to her as she saw other cocks spurting at her body from the sides of the bed. She wallowed lewdly around in it, punishing and debasing herself in maniacal arousal, the odor rushing through her nostrils, as her own cum gushed hotly from between her legs, soaking the mattress beneath her wildly grinding buttocks.

The bodies came on and on, spurred by her screaming supplications for further and further humiliation. Her hair was matted thickly with the pungent fluid now and her body was covered from head to foot. She squirmed wetly on her back in it as she was buffeted up and down the mattress by one rampaging man after another. It seemed it would never stop.

Suddenly, Shalla grinned to himself. It was going too slow. There was a better way to handle this volume of business. After all, the American bitch was screaming for it. He would make sure she got more.

He held back the next men in line and reaching over the bed, cut her bonds.

"Turn over," he commanded.

Jean rolled her battered body over in the slippery pools of cum, resting heavily on her stomach.

"Now kneel," he commanded to the half conscious girl again. He grabbed impatiently at her hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her buttocks high in the air and her face pushed into the bed. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment her body was enduring.

Shalla directed the waiting traffic like an experienced policeman on a busy intersection.

Jean felt heavy hands on her hips from a nameless body suddenly kneeling behind and between her open thighs. She waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt end of his cock pressing into the now dripping slit in her crotch. With a grunt, he shoved cruelly forward, burying the long thin instrument deep up her crevice, causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge. Her face ran head on into another waiting hard erect cock that rammed without warning into Jean's gaping mouth. The man was kneeling on the bed in front of her grasping both sides of her head vice like between his strong callused hands and holding it firm. He sawed into her face viciously, like it was a second delicious cunt. Jean gagged, as he rammed it half-way down her throat, the full length disappearing into her ovaled lips almost to the hilt. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling like a light airy feather. She struggled to breath, catching small gasps of air on the out-stroke.

"Oh God," she groaned as they buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, using her helpless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their burning sperm. She was no longer human but a great mass of flaccid flesh, unable to think or feel.