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Then she felt the thick, hardened knob of rubbery flesh slowly move forward. She could feel the excitement in his shuddering cock as the point pressed cruelly against the tender, cringing moistness of her vaginal lips. His hands were pressing down and out on her inner thighs, his clenching fists holding the softness of her loins, digging brutally into her. He was probing with his cock, aiming it at the slightly moist flanges of her totally defenseless vagina. She moaned and gasped, feeling the swollen, bulbous head slither between the inner lips, then slide up and down in the crevice, trying to find the tight, narrow hole. It rubbed up and down repeatedly, and more and more lubrication began seeping from her tight vagina, getting it ready for the unwanted penile invasion.

When she felt the first agonizing pressure, she jumped and cried out. Pain, strong, overpowering pain was flooding through her helpless body. Then, as if encouraged by her agony, the man attempted to surge forward between her sopping vaginal labia, only to feel her tightness preventing his entry. His hands pressed more strongly on her inner thighs, as if hoping to widen her tight cuntal tunnel as the girl shrieked out her terror. Little by little he started forcing his steel-solid cock into the soft, hair lined, vaginal mouth.

"Yaaaagghhh!" Marge screamed, feeling the tight-skinned cock starting to press into her hymen. The pain was agonizing. It shot up her spine again and again.

"Like it?" Bessel asked, actually anxious to hear her admit she was thrilled by the agony he was causing her. He was leering down at her pain-wracked body, and urged on by her wild screams, he pushed forward, trying to ram his broadsword more deeply into her seething tunnel. His mind his the resistance of her cherry from him. As far as he was concerned, the only reason she was so difficult to enter was, she hadn't been wet enough, inside. Not that it made any difference to him. He had thought the same thing about all the little girls he had raped. Virginity, to him, was a state of mind and nothing physical.

He pressed harder, and Marge felt her hymen suddenly snap inside her, like a rubber band. And then he was ploughing his maddened cudgel deeper and deeper, filling her virginal tightness with it.

"Eeeeyyyaaaggghh!" she screamed, writhing and wriggling like a worm impaled on a fishing hook, totally helpless to do anything but die.

With a deep grunt he completely filled her up, stuffing his entire cock into her. The dark, domelike head battered itself against her tender cervix as his balls seemed to slide into place between the widely separated cheeks of her buttocks.

"No more, no more, no more," she screamed. "Please… please… it hurts so much… so… much… oh no more!"

She squirmed under the cruel, painful impalement.

Bessel, feeling tight, crushing thrills surrounding his cock because of her virgin tightness, held it nailed into her, enjoying her writhings. The more she squirmed, the stronger the sensations for him. He ignored her cries of pain and shame.

Cruelly, the lust-aroused man wrapped his arms around her hips, forming a tight vise, tugging her even closer to him, driving his cock a final eighth of an inch into her, causing even more agony as the tip of his penis almost forced her cervix to open and contain him. The savagely inflated dong scoured her cuntal walls, scrubbing the soft, tender flesh. The pain was so great for her, Marge thought the bulbous cock would splinter her vaginal tissues, ripping and tearing her delicate inner flesh with its probing and thrusting.

With a groan of delighted thrills, the evil-looking man began slowly withdrawing his prodding penis from her pain-filled passageway, scorching the tender walls as it carefully slid out.

The helpless girl's face was wan and her body felt agonized with ten thousand different pains.

Gee! she thought, crying inside. How could the man do this to me after I saved him from such a cruel beating? I should never have called. If he'd been beat up good enough, they might have put him in a hospital and discovered what a sickie he is. What kind of monster is he?

"Yaaaaggghhh!" she screamed aloud, feeling a bit less pain as he ploughed into her tender softness again, slamming into her with full force. His long, rangy cock seemed to bloat itself even more now that it was inside her again.

Fresh, new tears began coursing down her cheeks, though the pain was lessening more and more swiftly, now. The mere idea of being so totally at the mercy of this maniac continued terrifying her. He was raping her and there was no way she could fight back.

The man started a wicked, powerful thrusting in and out of the widely stretched passage, forcing it to dilate even more to accept the thick broadness of the in-plunging staff. For the moment, Marge could feel nothing but a dull, thudding ache inside her, and a raw tenderness running through her vaginal walls. Now his hands reached up and clutched the fullness of her round, ivory orbs, pulling on the cherry nipples. He squeezed them roughly as he continued pounding into her, his fingers massaging her nipples into extending themselves to their full length. He had long, dirty nails, and they dug into the white, pliant globes of creamy flesh, leaving deep red marks in their wake. Then he lowered her mouth to his, instantly forcing his long, bitter tongue between her pearl-white teeth, seeking, and finding her own oral organ. He licked it again and again, as if trying to wipe the wine on his breath off, into her mouth. Her brain fought against this new invasion of her, because he was constantly letting her know, by his actions, she was his to be used, sullied, dirtied, even though she had never done him any harm.

The pain in her ravished depths had all but disappeared. And the dullness was starting to fade away too as the man's thick cock now began surging in and out of her with greater ease. He was constantly flexing his heavy phallus inside her, corkscrewing it through her velvet channel.

The lessening of the pain inside her was like a great weight slowly sliding off. She sighed, able to relax a little, letting muscles which had been keyed up because of his cruelty, slowly calm down. The relaxation became even greater with the final disappearance of all pain. But hidden behind the pain was something of which she had been unaware, simply because of the man who was fucking her. Because Bessel was the man mounting her, she was totally unprepared for the wispy tingles of warmth seeping through her. Her mind was completely unprepared for it. Now she began feeling a heady sensation trying to take control of her, wiping out all lingering traces of the pain which had permeated her youthful flesh only moments earlier. She was beginning to slowly drift upward, like smoke.

Now the man's inward plunges were feathery soft against her relaxed vaginal nerve-endings, and without realizing it, she raised her wide-open vagina even higher to gratefully accept his knifing cock, enjoying the complete engulfing of it.

"Uuuuuhhhhmm… " she sighed, her tight twat contracting and dilating, closing and opening in rhythm around the long, solid length of cock tightly buried inside her.

Bessel grinned an evil grin of triumph, recognizing the girl's surrender to her own mounting desire. He had not really expected her to enjoy it like this. Most of the other girls he fucked ended up screaming and crying, even when he was finished with them. But all of them had the good sense to keep their mouths shut, afterward. After all, without a witness, who would believe them, anyway. But God! To think this little bitch was really enjoying his cock. Shit! She was really made for fucking. Too bad he couldn't hold onto her.

Now he felt her interior completely yawn open, like a budding flower, to receive him. And she was sighing and groaning incoherently as her body began spasming with each of his forward jerks. He ran one hand over the smooth mound of her asscheeks, feeling the firm, resilient spheres fill his palm as they bounced up each time he rammed his plunging dong into her.