been a little while since i had to focus on another story. but here's a little more to sophie's prison assault! enjoy!
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“Aaaahhh!” Sophia shrieks, her body wracked with pain as the black man’s large member thrust into her sore body.
“You think that hurts bitch?” he says. “That ain’t nothin’.”
He slams her hips with brutal force, each grunt slamming his member to the furthest end of her cervix pressing the head to the very edges of her womb. Her eyes water and she thinks how unbearable the pain is and what agony the man is putting her through, not that he cares. He continues to slam into her body with wet slaps, thrusting as hard as he can to make the most of her pain.
Sophia grunts, unable to do more then squirm as the man ruts against her body, propelling himself into her like a jackhammer. She cries with each thrust. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” she wails, as each push is met with the resistance of her womb.
“You like to scream, don’t you slut? I’ll give you something to holler about.” As if on cue the man speeds himself up, slamming her hips rapidly making Sophia wail in agony, her breast slapping against her body almost as much as her hips with the man’s meat cock.
The other men are cheering, fist pumping into the air. “Yeah! Get her! Blow her fucking brains out with your shaft!”
She can see them, their hands hidden beneath their pants as they stroke their shafts vehemently while the black man continues to pound away at her flesh, his grunts increasing with frequency and tone, her body growing wet and slick with his member.
Mike for his own part is enjoying the exercise, putting a white bitch in her place. Fucking her like the piece of meat she is. He loves to fuck them when their pussies are all bruised and red, when the pain is so horrid they can’t think but scream. He loves watching their bodies grow warm around him, their filthy cunts betraying them asking for the violation he’s all too willing to give.
And this white bitch is just like any other. A fucking white whore who thinks she’s better then any black man she comes across. He pounds her pussy with more force, his anger fueling him to a newfound rage as he ravages the woman’s genitals with his own. The slap slap slap beats in tempo with her body, her skin wet with perspiration and pain.
“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” he chants to himself as he thrust faster against her, each tight push into her bringing him closer to climax until he can’t take it anymore and pushes as far as he can in her, her soft womb wrapping around his thick manhood, pulling at it. Coaxing it and he lets it come gushing out. All his cum filling her tight cave walls with his sticky man fluid.
He thrust into her a few more times, cleaning himself off of his own juices. The other men around him yell, screaming with fist beating the air. But Mike halts against her, pushing hard against the woman, lifting her with his hips. She squints her eyes shut, but she isn’t grunting or screaming. She is barely making a sound he can hear over the din of the other men.
“Fuck!” he yells, slamming his fist down on her exposed stomach.
“Ah!” she screams, the pain in her abdomen snapping her back from her drugged state.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he yells, his fist coming down on her stomach repeatedly. She yells with each blow, spittle and a trickle of blood coming down from parted lips.
Gripping her braid he pulls her hard, making her yelp as he brings her head as close to him as her neck will allow with the restraints holding her spread eagle. He leans himself over the rest of the way, his hot breath against her face. “You think this is funny bitch? You taking away from my goddamned given right to have a good time?”
“No...” Sophia whimpers, the strain on her neck unbearable, the braid feeling like it wants to come away with a piece of her scalp.
“You bet it isn’t fucking funny!” the black man yells, his face twisted in a mask of hatred. She shivers, her body squeezing against his member. “Oh,” he says, looking down at his flaccid cock. “Now you decide to give your part bitch!”
He slaps her across the face hard, the sound echoing in the room. He lets go of her braid letting her head bang against the hard metal table. “I’m sorry,” she whimpers.
“Sorry ain’t gonna’ cut it,” says the black man walking around towards her head and flicking out a knife with a serrated edge. “So...” he says, pulling at the hairs of her scalp. “We’re going to find another way for you to pay me back.”
Sophia stares at the knife, her heart thundering and breast heaving. What was this sicko planning? Could he really get off torturing her and killing her? It seems she’d find out...
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