“Fuck!” she exclaimed without meaning to.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Ramon said. “I think you’re as ready as you’re going to be.” At that he brushed her finger away, hocked phlegm again and audibly slathered the result on his prick. In less than a moment the head of his cock was pressing up against her asshole, harder and harder at a steady rate of increase, increasing the terror and the urgency that coursed through Virginia’s mind and her veins.
With a pain like being stung by a wasp she felt the tip of the hot prickhead slip inside, and then without warning Ramon’s whole helmet was engulfed. She desperately wanted to shit, wanted to shit everything, would have shit her very guts out but for the chance to shit.
“How does it feel, baby? My cockhead is right in your anus right now.”
Virginia let out a long, low wail, almost like an air raid warning siren going off, and she was rewarded with a rough stinging slap on the back of her head.
“I said, how does it feel baby?”
“Ohhh…” She sobbed, blubbered, stammered, “I … feel … Like I need … to shit …”
“You’re welcome to try, baby. Go ahead.” He wiggled his cockhead around in her ass. “I said, go ahead!”
When Virginia felt the draft from his hand rising to strike her again, she instantly, without thinking, tried with all her might to shit his dickhead right out of her ass, straining as she never had before. At once he responded by pushing into her. The shaft of his prick began to slither up her rectum as she pushed with all her might, tightening it and increasing the pain. Her response was to push harder, which only doubled her suffering.
“You can’t right now, baby, because right now I’m in control!”
With each quarter-inch his cock proceeded into her ass, the pain intensified. The stinging, hot, stretching agony of the initial penetration had spread to her whole ass. As Ramon drove his cock deeper into her, she felt nauseous at first, then the sharp pain of a cramp in her belly. As he drove home and his crisp black pubes began to tickle her asscheeks, her vision began to fail, filling in turns with a white-hot light and an infinitely cold blackness. She could feel the pain in her breasts, across her sternum, in her fingertips which felt like they were swollen to the point of bursting. The screams were not coming out of her but out of everywhere, filling her entire universe with a symphony of pain.
Blind and agonized as she was, Virginia was far from unconscious. The worst part was the awareness that a dick was in her ass, the degrading, horrible, inescapable fact of it. Far from swooning, she felt this vivid degradation in every inch of her naked body. She would never be clean or pure again. Her thoughts raced; she brought her hand to her mouth and began furiously chewing on the digits. Even worse than the degradation was the manifestation of the pain in her pussy and clit. In those places the pain was a swollen, throbbing yearning, a need, like the need for air, to be manhandled, molested, penetrated with brute force to relieve the horrible sensation in the rest of her body.
Ramon’s balls slapped against her pussy lips, sending a quiver through Virginia that was almost like orgasm. He was now as far in her as he could be. She felt like the head of his prick was all the way up to the pit of her stomach, aggravating the nausea that now manifested herself as a tight pain across her nose and cheeks, and a throbbing in the balls of her blinded eyes. Ramon began to pull back.
“You like that, bitch? Tell me you like it and I’ll kiss you on the neck.”
At the suggestion the skin on her neck began to crackle with an electric craving to be kissed. The feeling of her ass closing behind the retreating cock was a new kind of pain to Virginia. Though of course she could not know this, it was the same pain a man feels a minute after being kicked in the balls, a feeling of having one’s insides sucked out.
She stopped in mid-scream to shout out, “I like it!”
He rewarded her with a kiss on the back of her neck that pulsed through her whole back like a shot of anesthetic. She moaned, with only his prickhead inside and the desperate need to shit gripping her. Then he drove home in one hard thrust and caused her to scream anew.
As much as Virginia revolted against the assault, she felt strangely accepting of it. This was her place now, to be fucked in the ass; everything she was depended on it, and she could only submit to it. There were no more choices. For the rest of her life, she would be a dirty, depraved assfucking slut. There was no turning back now. The pain and terror that she felt in her body fell against deaf ears, as it reached a mind that was now shut to any denial or rebellion against the new state of affairs.
Ramon began to fuck in earnest, pumping in and out of her ass at the leisurely rhythm of a reggae song. The pain began to recede from Virginia’s hands and face, and her vision came back to her. The site of the wrinkled sheet, so pale and neutral and yet so much a party to her degradation, brought on a renewed fit of sobbing. Ramon responded by picking up his pace. He soon reached the fever pitch of a speed-metal band, fucking in and out of her ass as fast as he could. Each time he reached the depths of her bowels, a flare of heat and white light engulfed Virginia’s body. It was not entirely without pleasure, and she could not deny that, if someone had touched her pussy right then, she would have come.
As the pain receded to a dull roar, the capacity for rational thought returned to Virginia, and this was not a good thing. How long could this cold, impassive man last as he fucked her ass? It seemed it was entirely up to him how long he fucked her. She considered making moves to bring on his orgasm, but that hadn’t worked well for her during the blowjob. He seemed to have the stamina of a wild stallion, fucking in and out of her ass at maximum speed with no sign of approaching a climax.
She began to fake orgasmic moans, and when this brought no change in the pace or the fervor of the onslaught, she began to roll her ass in little circles, thinking that responding positively might hasten her attacker’s crisis. He seemed to take no notice, but the movements of her ass brought a weird kind of pleasure to Virginia. Being able to adjust the level of sensation as she squirmed and wriggled was a great antidote to the terrible lack of control she felt. Any contrast to the pain of sodomy was pleasure. She would have liked someone to smack her across the jaw.
Tentatively, she brought her hand down to her pussy and placed her thumb against her clit. The slightest pressure set her off into what might have been an orgasm, but the net result was her blacking out for a glorious moment. As she recovered she began to rub her clit and pussy vigorously, each soothing stroke of her fingers somewhat counteracting the deathly pain of the strokes of the cock in her asshole. The heat and stinging at Ramon’s point of entry declined into a desperately uncomfortable fullness.