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12-08-2019, 04:55 PM | #1 |
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The Rape of Karen Radford, Part 2
In the midst of
those intense contractions the woman raised her legs high and wide in the air, her toes twisting and contracting in the air, and then let them fall back limply sideways, her thighs splayed wide around the hips of the man, her feet kicking in the air to the continuing thrusts of the man. The man's rhythm too had changed, his hips rotating more and more slowly, as he enjoyed the sensations of the uncontrollable muscular contractions of the slick walls of the woman's vagina. His thrusting became slower and slower, until he stopped entirely, his head drawn back in a rictus of effort. It was clear that he was holding himself back from orgasm with considerable effort, so that he could continue fucking the woman at more length. The woman's spasming had ceased, and the only sound she was making now was a hurried, gasping breathing. Then she turned her face to the side and moaned quaveringly, not in pleasure now but in despair. All motion from the man had ceased: he was now using the woman simply as a yielding mattress. The woman had begun to sob now, as if her heart was breaking. There was a long pause, with no sounds made but the sobs of the woman. Then, slowly, unhurriedly, the man's buttocks began to move again, changing from a movement which could hardly be discerned to a strong, rhythmic up and down pumping. The man's penis was now beginning once more to thrust deeply into the woman's vagina, its tightly-distended mouth beginning once more its slick, easy sliding up and down the purple-brown length of the huge penis. The woman's sobs acquired a kind of frenzied despair as she realized that the fucking was nowhere near completion, and as she accepted that her body would continue to serve its present function of unwilling sheath for the man's penis for many minutes more. The man's thrusting had acquired now a kind of pleasured movement, and each stroke into the woman brought forth a quick, meaty smack as he completed each thrust against the woman's flattened, sweat-wet cunt and belly. It was clear that the man's renewed energy was designed to bring the woman considerable physical anguish, and that in this it was clearly succeeding, for her spread legs were showing tortured movement. It was clear that her anguish came from two sources. One source was in her hip-joints at the amount and duration of spread that the man's presence and thrusting was requiring from her legs. This she eventually solved after anguished flailing by raising her knees to her breasts and allowing the man thereby continued access to her vagina without so much strain on her hip-joints as before. The other source was simply the extreme soreness of her loins after these interminable fuckings, and to this the only response left her was a continuing, begging whimper at each deep, merciless physical penetration. The sobbing had now faded into the whimpering, and the only movements from the woman were those forced on her by the ongoing rape. Her drawn-up knees swayed rhythmically in the air, the sleekness of her smooth-shaven thighs catching and reflecting the light. One white, round breast that had been squashed sideways against her arm trembled to the movements of the penis buried in her belly. The man's hands had now slipped under the woman, and were grasping her full, round buttocks, holding her loins steady against his fucking, and allowing deeper, more pleasurably painful thrusting into the female body underneath. The sound of the impact of the man's body against the woman's stomach and vagina took on a deeper, meatier flesh-clapping sound. The woman's whimpering responded by acquiring a high, quavering Oh!-ing note at the intensified strokes. In her anguish the woman spoke, as she had not up to this point. "Oh, please, mercy, oh please!' The man's hips responded with deep, flesh-smacking strokes that jolted the woman's body inches on the bed, making her shriek with pain. "You like that, pussycat? Let's see how you like this then." He pulled back from her, drawing his penis entirely from her vagina, the organ slipping from her female passage with a liquid sound, leaving her vulva suddenly empty and gaping. The brown-purple length of his organ glistened with vaginal fluid, a droplet of sperm at its tip. His hands grasped her hips and twisted, turning her like a child onto her stomach, her heavy breasts quivering and jiggling to a flattened rest on the bed. The woman shrieked, knowing the torment of what was to come. His hands spread her smooth, round buttocks, exposing the tight, pursed mouth of her anus. Its natural brown was deeply reddened already from the extended use it had received earlier in the evening. With casual, pleasured ease he lodged the tip of his organ against the anal mouth. The woman began to moan. "Oh God, Oh God. OH GOD!" The woman's cries changed to ones of intense and growing pain and sensation. "AAH-HUH-AAH-HUH-AAH-HUH-AAH-HUH..." She felt the thick head of his prick pressed between her cheeks, the slippery head sliding up and down until she felt it pressed against her anus. It would never fit. Not without tearing her open. The entry of the penis into the woman's anus was counterpointed by the sounds she was making as the act proceeded. Though Karen Radford had firm, round, womanly buttocks, her anus seemed very small compared to the hugeness of the organ which was entering it. The man was clearly requiring considerable pressure to force its dry, brown, pursed mouth open, and it took him some seconds before the anus, with a kind of fleshly reluctance, began to spread apart. The penis began to enter her anus. He could feel her anal ring slowly giving away, it felt like a tight rubber band slowly closing over the head of his cock, squeezing his flesh. "Ah." said the man. His penis had now clearly gone beyond the dry, tight sphincter muscle, and was sliding steadily into the woman. She was giving quick, panting, breathless screams now, as the thick penis entered her colon. Her once-pursed anus was now a hugely distended red-brown ring around the shaft, at least ten times as large as it had begun, and the penis was still continuing its merciless progress. He pushed down harder, her anus stretching around his cock as it slid through her tight opening and drove deep into her rectum. The sight had a strange monstrousness about it. Her buttocks were very round, and smooth, and lovely, but between them was now embedded the thickness of John Gruyter's penis, looking like a thick, brown-purple fencepost driven deep into female flesh. "Ah." said the man again, as his stomach touched her buttocks, and his penis was driven fully home. He fell forward onto her, and her arms gave under the pressure, bringing her face-down on the bed, moaning in quavering gasps. His hands reached under her, and grasped the heavy breasts which had swung so recently in the air, and she cried out with pain at the brutal hold he took on them. His hips lifted and the woman shrieked at the movement of his penis on her interior flesh. His buttocks drove forward and she shrieked again. His hips began to take up the rhythm, pumping his penis into her again and again. Karen Radford was gasping breathlessly, sobbing at the almost intolerable stretching of her interior anus-flesh. The thick shaft of the penis began to appear between the buttocks of the woman, and to disappear back between them with measured, pleasured regularity. The speed of the thrusting increased, to the soft sounds of the woman, a mixture of screams and of sensation. "Oh, what a sweet tight asshole you've got," gasped the man, his ass now thrusting rapidly and brutally into the woman, driving his penis again and again between her buttocks. She had spread her legs wide, as if in some futile attempt to open her anus and so to relieve the sensations she was now experiencing. The man was showing no mercy, his sole aim was so clearly to take as much pleasure as he could from the tightness of the woman's tortured anus. He fucked quickly, deeply, lengthily, the minutes passing as the organ plunged between the quivering buttocks, a counterpoint to the creaking bed and to the quavering moans of the woman. He reached a crescendo of thrusting, and then stopped abruptly, holding himself tense as he controlled his building orgasm. Then to the anguished begging of the woman he began once more to drive his penis deep into her rectum. "Oh please, oh please, I can't stand this, oh please, rather use my cunt, oh please..." The man laughed, strokes continued with a rhythmic, powerful thrusting, driving with steady, unstoppable force between the woman's buttocks. The woman moaned with pain. The man continued to thrust. "So you want me to use your sweet little pussy, huh darling?" "Oh please, oh please!" "Now, isn't that strange when just a few minutes ago it was feeling so sore... Well, it's a hard thing for a man to give up such a sweet, tight asshole, li' pussycat. But I tell you what, I'll just give you about another fifty strokes..." The woman shrieked in terror, "Oh please no!" "Yes, honey, that's how it's gonna be. But you gotta count them, little pussycunt, you gotta count them real carefully, otherwise we'll just have to start all over..." The woman moaned in despair, and began, counting each agonizing stroke as it thrust into her anus. "One, two, threee, oh-OH four OH! five six Oh GOD! seven..." The bed creaked on to the thrusting, the woman painfully counted. She reached forty; "FodyOhGod, forty-one, forty-twoAAAAAH forty-threeOh- Oh-Oh-Oh-AAAAAAAAHHHHH..." His pace accelerated, his penis driving into the woman's bowels with powerful brutality, his hips pumping against her soft buttocks. She shrieked in pain, and writhed under him, the friction on her anus so intolerable that she lost all control over herself. He stopped, laughing. "Well, now, li'l sweet-ass, I surely am sorry, but you just missed the count there, and we're just going to have to start all over again..." "Oh, God no, Oh please, oh mercy, oh please!" His buttocks began thrusting again and she screamed with pain. "When you're ready, honey..." Sobbing, the woman began to count again. '"'One--ohh, two--OHHHH three-- Oh!.." At last he pulled himself off her, laughing. The woman's anus was no longer its earlier, pursed brown hole, but a deep, fiery, puckered, swollen red, and from it a tiny trickle of blood. "All right, li'l sweetheart, I'll use your cunt. On your back, honey." Moaning with fear and relief, the woman turned over, drawing her knees up and spreading her thighs, offering him her vagina with a dreadful, terrified eagerness. Yet her vulva were swollen and pouting, its color the ruddy red of sore flesh, and her cleft was wet still and deeply red too. The man looked down at her, grinning, his penis huge and erect. "Bet you never thought you'd be lying like this, when you were standing in front of the class and acting like ol' John was dogshit. Think your ass was worse? Let's see how you like this then." The woman closed her eyes, and John Gruyter lodged his penis against her vagina. Previously he had slowly, luxuriously forced it into her, and the woman was expecting the lip-biting increasing soreness which had earlier occurred. This time he sank it into her with one massively powerful stroke that opened her vulva wide apart and smacked against her groin as his loins met her crotch. She screamed. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The woman's cry of sensation echoed through the house and to the patio outside. There was no mistaking that cry. It was the sound of a woman whose vagina was filled to bursting and for whom it was more than she could bear, both in terms of pain and in terms of sensation. The lubrication of her vaginal membrane had dried considerably during the long, painful anal violation, and her interior flesh once again clung to the invading cock rather than slipped by it, before being forced aside. The sudden, violent entry therefore caused severe stretching and pulling of the tender feminine membranes which lined the woman's sore vaginal walls. John Gruyter's organ was in any event huge: fully erect his penis was nine inches long and five inches in circumference. Not even a large female vagina could take it without severe stretching, and Karen Radford's vagina, though she was not a small woman, was quite tight. So the sudden, brutal entry of Gruyter's huge penis could only be excruciating to the woman's already over-used genitals. The woman's buttocks were lifted by the thrust off the bed, and her legs hung in the air wavering like a moth's wings, her body lifted up and shuddering and undulating on the impaling, hugely erect organ, her eyes wide and her mouth was slack-gasping in the utter intensity of that sensation. The man's buttocks moved backwards, and her body fell back to the bed. Already he was rhythmically thrusting, driving his organ in and out of her belly with deep, powerful strokes that smacked brutally against her abused, bruised crotch-flesh with a quick, sharp smack! smack! smack! The woman's body had an utter helplessness about it now, and all that came from her were uncontrollable cries of pain and Intense sexual sensation: Smack-AHH! ...smackOhGodOhGod! ...smackAHH! ...smackOhGodHelpME! ...smackAHH! ...smackOhGod ....smackAHH! ...smackOhGod! ...smackAAH! ...smackOhPlease! ...PleasePleasePlease ...smackAAAAAAAAAH!" John Gruyter was administering the kind of rape torture that he loved. Karen Radford knew that every cry of painful delight she gave was increasing his pleasure in the abuse, but she was helpless to control herself. The fucking went on, a little slower now as he tired, but every stroke driven with brutal force into her open, helpless vagina. Smack! "OH GODHELPME!" Smack! "AAAAAAAAHHH!" His hands were under her buttocks as he rode her. Both of them were now covered with sweat, her squashed breasts shining and jiggling to the regular impacts, their nipples dark and brown and hugely distended into swollen, erect pencil-stubs. Of their own accord her legs had twined around his waist, as the woman moaned in tortured pleasure. Her vagina was now once more so slippery that lubricating fluid was forced out by each deep thrust and flowed down between her buttocks onto the bed. The man's hips pumped rhythmically, each thrust something that drew from him an grunt of effort. The noise of their coming together had changed as the sweat spread between them, and now it was a noisy slapping of male pubes against female groin and female belly. One hand had moved to grasp a large, round female breast, and was squeezing it brutally, drawing cries of anguish from the body underneath. And then suddenly the movement stopped, very suddenly, so that there was no warning, and all that could be heard was the deep groaning of the woman. and her gasps of air from under the man, and his ragged breath. He rested on the woman, taking his time to recover. Then, almost involuntarily, his hips began to move again, beginning a slow, deep thrusting, an undulating thrust that allowed his penis to enjoy more the sensations and feelings of the woman's stretched vaginal walls. It was clear that the man was now approaching the point at which he would be unable to constrain himself from spurting his semen into the woman's belly. Her cunt was now very enjoyable. She had now been fucked for almost an hour, in vagina and anus, and she had exuded considerable amounts of vaginal fluid. Much of this had been squeezed out by the incessant, plunger-like effect of the man's oversized penis; the woman's flattened buttocks glistened with it, and the sheet under them was damp, but great amounts of the fluid were still inside her, and the man's cock now rode in what was essentially a liquid-filled tube made of taut-stretched mucous-lined flesh. The intensely sore and abraded surface of her vaginal walls, and the red, puffy-swollen state of her over-fucked vulva could not stop the continuing secretions. And these secretions were giving the man what were clearly totally exquisite sensations of intense and clinging slipperiness inside the woman's cunt. Over and above the creaking of the bed could be discerned a low, slick-wet two-toned slick-sucking sound as the male organ thrust and withdrew, almost like a hand being plunged into liquid. The woman was moaning continually, partly from the intensity of her soreness, but also because of the almost intolerable sensation of fullness which the huge, distended penis buried in her helpless vagina was giving her. From above all that could be seen of her was the smooth gold- whiteness of her wide spread legs, drawn up to the brutal fucking, jolting and swinging around the muscled, thrusting dark buttocks of the man. Her face was turned sideways, its mouth gasping and groaning uncontrollably to each thrust: "AAAH! AAAH! AAAH! AAAH! AAAH! AAAH!" Every so often as the man fucked her, the roundness of one of her full breasts would slip briefly into view, its nipple distended, its flesh jiggling and quivering, only soon to disappear under the man's body once more. The man was gasping and grunting with the exquisite intensity he was experiencing from his penis. The woman's slick, overfull vagina was giving him an involuntary but nevertheless exquisite soft-stretching, rhythmic massaging, and his pubic region was enjoying the extraordinary softness of her groin. His hands were under her buttocks once more, gripping them tightly, holding them in the position which would bring him the maximum sensation from the female body he was using. The woman was crying out with a kind of despair, knowing that very soon the man would be spurting huge quantities of semen into her most intimate parts, onto the unprotected mouth of her cervix and into the deepest folds of her vagina. She had already experienced that deep, violating ejaculation three times that night, and in her voice was the sound of a woman who knows that now she is simply a vagina, a cunt for a man's use, a receptacle for his sperm. The penis was like a monstrous, rigid plunger in her belly, a plunger that stretched and fucked her without mercy. The pace of fucking began to accelerate, the bed creaking faster and faster, the massive plunger in her loins driving ever harder and harder and deeper and deeper. Each time he drove it in she felt as if her vagina needed to expand tenfold to accommodate him, as if her vulva had become the opening to a gaping cavern filled to bursting with male flesh. She could feel him start to orgasm, his huge penis suddenly seeming to swell even larger than before in her stretched vagina. She shrieked as she felt the first of a series of quick jerkings inside her vagina; and then, suddenly, the hot spurting impact of jetting semen inside her. Inside her vagina Gruyter's penis was squirting in thick white streams, the sperm jetting onto her cervix and spraying outward to run down her interior vaginal walls. His pubic region smashed again and again against her sore, abused vulva as he came with deep grunt inside her, his hot thick semen pumping and squirting far up inside her belly. Crying with shame, the woman felt her hips begin an uncontrollable undulation, her thighs gripping at one instant the fucking man, at another spreading themselves wide. The muscles around her full vagina began yet again their rhythmical, quickening contractions as she began to enter orgasm yet again; "Oh.... ........Oh................Oh...........Oh.......Oh ...Oh..!" Now the woman was groaning with intolerable pleasure, lost in the rippling, uncontrollable contractions of her cunt-muscles. Her lovely legs were splayed wide around the still fucking man, her eyes glazed, her nipples tight and upright. |
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