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"Open up, dammit!" he grunted as he tried to push more of his
too cock up her asshole. "Goddammit! Relax!"
She was trying. She was trying very hard to ease his entry. It
was too late to try and stop him. He had first alerted her to his intentions
when he rubbed the head of his cock over her asshole while he was
sitting across her thighs.
"I don't think you can get it in from this angle. Let me get up on
my knees," she offered, thinking it was a mistaken aim because of how
he was sitting.
But he just pushed and his cock head prodded her asshole.
"No wait- you're too high- that's the wrong hole!" she protested.
"Sez you," he had snapped and pushed even harder to lodge his
cock in her ass.
He was leaning on his hands on her pinned shoulders and had
moved his legs inside hers now. It left her no place to go. Her face was
held to the bed and the only place her hips had to go was back onto his
invading prick. She didn't want to help him that much, she had decided.
It was way too much. It was way too huge. It was way too long
It felt way too crude. She didn't like it in her, but she didn't have a voice.
It was the route he'd chosen, and he had the choice.
Her thoughts were like facts of life as they pounded in her head
while his cock powered its way into her asshole.
"Isn't that enough? Please for God's sake! Isn't that enough?" she
howled as she felt that the next thrust would burst something deep inside
"I don't know, baby, is it enough?" he snarled in frustration as her
anus fought him every inch, "Why don't you open up and see what it's
like to take it all and then we'll know how much is enough."
She thought she was trying. She knew she didn't like the
struggle either. But she was trying like a monkey tries to get its hand out
of a jar after it has closed it on a treat. She wanted the relief, but she
didn't realize what she had to do to get it.
And then he her bad. She felt tearing. She felt her bowels
re-arrange themselves before the advancing pillar of meat travelling the
wrong direction. She screamed. She pleaded. She begged. And then she
Relax might be too willful a word to use. She lost her fight to
keep her sphincter clenched. Whether it was loss of concentration or
fatigue, there was finally a new sensation in her rectum. It surprised her
totally. Trying to open her ass was obviously a different thing than she
had thought, or perhaps her instinctive reaction was too strong for her
will to overcome.
But now it was different. She was still stuffed. She was still
overfull. It still didn't feel nice, but it was discomfort more than the pain
she had felt before when her asshole still resisted. And then she wasn't so
sure it was better.
He took advantage of her asshole dropping its guard to press the
rest of his cock into her rectum. There had been more- so much more. It
made beads of cold sweat pop out on her forehead. Her whole body
was reacting to what it perceived as mortal danger. The incredible
wrongness of so much cock up her ass was buffered as she tred the
tingling edge of the misty darkness of unconsciousness.
"Now that's more like it!" he trumpeted as she felt the wiry curls
of his pubic hair press into her buttocks. "Aren't you glad you've got it
all? Isn't that better?"
She didn't realize he was talking to her. The pounding of her
blood in her ears and the swirling points of light that came with the foray
into shock had her in a half-way land between suffering the buttfuck and
floating off into oblivion.
The buttfuck grabbed all her attention when he started to move.
"Damn! You are still tight. And it feels sooooo gooood," he said
in a friendly growl as he moved out an inch or so and then pushed his
cock back to maximum penetration.
"No... please... " was all she could gather as the new stimulation
snapped her to awareness, but left her speech center paralyized.
But spiraling danger from the foreign sensation deep, deep inside
her soon brought her vocal cords to life.
"You're killing me. I can feel it!" she burst out.
"But you'll die so happy," he answered as his cock continued its
As the sensations of his cock reaming deep into her ass
screamed across her mind, she noticed that the ones not warning her of
imminent death were not all that bad. They were like different, but
interesting sex feelings through the lining of her gut.
Even the overload of her asshole had a component of good
feeling to it as the stretched sphincter sent exciting impulses interspersed
with the pain. It was a confusing mix of terror and growing uncertainty
about the soundness of her mind.
She hadn't wanted it in the first place and she certainly was not
willing when she saw the size of his huge rectum wrecker. It was a
question of choice. It was a question of control. It was, ultimately, a
question of mechanics.
He seemed to have solved the mechanical problem of putting his
over-large displacement of matter in her seemingly too small in volume
little ass. The control matter had gone in his favor as well, she had to
concede that as he held her helpless against his onslaught.
But choice was choice, wasn't it? She said, no, don't. Didn't that
have to count for the whole ordeal? What were these traitorus feelings
that were trying to sneak into her brain?
She didn't have to let them influence her. There was enough fear
and pain to focus on. It was indeed far too much cock to fit in her ass.
The resulting feeling of wrongness- even disembowelment could keep
her focused on her rejection.
The cramp-like pain of her over-distended anus could keep the
tears in her eyes as he ravaged her asshole.
It could be horrible. She could fight and hate the invasion as he
took her the way he wanted. His cock could be a series of brutal thrusts
forcing her insides to conform to the will of his pillar of flesh.
But why? The traitor sensations kept asking her why it had to be
that way. There were good things too. Despite her stubborn focus on
the pain and degradation, the insistent movement was making that point
Suffer totally and endure, or give in and enjoy? It was her choice
but how could she give in? Choice was the only thing left to her. How
could she surrender even that for the brief feeling of relief?
Why were her nipples drawn so tight they throbbed? Was her
whole body going to turn on her and ignore her terror for its own
"No! Please! I can't! I can't take it! Stop- Oh God, please
stop," She burst out as he began to pull his cock out of her ruined
asshole and fuck her.
"You're doing better than you think, babycakes," he snorted as
his hips picked up speed.
She might call it worse. Now the pain was like a constant
background buzz being interrupted by the feel of long, hard meat sliding
in and our of her body. It was very like fucking. It gave her many of the
same satisfactions. And even her asshole was turning traitor as the pain
morphed into a thrill.
She couldn't help it. That was her excuse. She didn't give in to
the seductive arguments of her body. She wanted to focus on the bad
and downplay the good, but she couldn't help it. The sensations took her
She tried to call him off, but she was panting too much to form
the words. And when they came, they came all wrong.
"Oh God, big daddy! Ream me hollow with that fucking stick!"
she heard pour out.
"Yeah baby, work for it!" he urged and she realized her hips
were aiding and abetting her anal rape.
I have the right to make the wrong choice, she thought and then
the inside rose up and took over.
She bucked like a bronco as he fed her the trouser snake. She
was as eager and demanding now as she had been forbidding and
reticent before. And he took advantage of every bit of it. He was
slamming his cock up her ass hard enough to bruise and she was jerking
her hips back for more.
And then she came, howling like a banshee and just vibrated as
he hammered away at her tight ass for effect.
She, of course, still doubts the reports and refuses to admit the
video tape is of her. But she yowled like a in heat, bellered and
whooped like nothing ever heard before and came hard.
The hot, bubbling enema he left her was almost anti-climatic as it
drooled out of her bloody anus an interesting shade of pale
But she doesn't remember. If she ever did, she's forgot by now.
It doesn't sound plausible, she will tell you. It's not like she could ever
tolerate- let alone like having a big, hard dick rammed up her butt hole.
She doesn't want to be that kind of girl.