His eyes went cold, as if the lights of humanity had gone out. He seized her arm and threw her down on towel he had laid upon the ground. She realized how very much stronger than her he was. She was his slave, she had known it intellectually, and now he would demonstrate it convincingly upon her body. He slapped the back of her head with stunning force. While she was dazed he tore up her skirt and ripped off her panties, exposing her slim young body, tiny waist and beautiful round buttocks. He knelt heavily on her flawless back and began to lash her bottom with his hand. She struggled, but she could only writhe her hips under the stinging blows which fell thick and fast across the smooth orbs of flesh, now on her buttocks, now on her thighs. Her private school upbringing had not prepared her for the humiliation she was enduring, but he didn't care, he had bought her, and now she was his to do with as he pleased.

"You beast! Stop, stop, please!" she gasped. But now he was like some highly efficient piece of machinery, belting her with a force that made her rump begin to sting, to feel raw as if she wouldn't be able for weeks. Her struggles weakened. She was exhausted. Tears of tired rage welled in her eyes. After a while the blows ceased.

When it was over she lay gasping and slowly recovering. She couldn't resist him. Her will power seemed to have been drained out of her. He kissed her smooth reddened buttocks, and bit them with sharp little nips. He drew them apart with his hands and licked the crevice between them, playing with her body as suited his desires. She felt the stain on her arsehole as he pulled the skin around it. She felt obscenely naked with him hovering above the deep red little hole, but it didn't matter any longer. Nothing seemed to matter.

She felt his finger probing at the puckered little inlet.

"Spread your legs," he ordered. His voice brooking no resistance.

She spread her legs, so far that her toes touched the sand on either side of his towel. His finger prodded. She winced and strained at it and, with a sharp little pain, suddenly it had entered.

He moved it around in her rectum, expanding the anus. He began to saw it back and forth in preparation for what was to follow. She wriggled her hips. She felt she wanted to fart, but couldn't.

After a time he dug another finger into her sixteen year old arse, and this time it hurt her enormously, she bounced away. But he came after her, pinning her down with one hand in the small of her back. She felt like a mounted insect. The finger stayed in her anus, still for a time and then it began to intrude and move with the other one. She wriggled more. She felt subjugated in a way that appealed to her deeply in some unexpected and, to her, rather mysterious manner.

She could feel him deliberately stretching her arsehole. It hurt quite a bit every time he made a sharp, sudden movement of his fingers.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, turning her head to one side so that he looked down on her flushed face with the hair strewn over it. "Are you going to screw me? Please don't do this to me!" she pleaded.

He pulled his fingers out of her. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the rubbery skin of the anus clinging to them until they came out with a sucking noise.

"Kneel up," he commanded, grinning down at her.

Obediently she kneeled up, presenting him with the stretched moons of her buttocks, bending away before him like some old world slave.

He played his hands over and around her bottom, massaging her buttocks and enjoying his power over her, then running a finger up into her vagina. She was wet, not from desire but from a perverse reaction to his punishment. Somehow she did get a sexual reaction to his abuse.

He had a huge erection. There was no question about him, he was turned on by the pain he had inflicted. He poked his finger into her again, moving it around and around, and brought it out, and put it in again. Looking back over her shoulder she could see he was transferring fluid to his swollen member.

She felt his hands close on her hips, gripping them tightly, and lining up his crotch with the crack of her behind.

"Place it for me. Right at the entrance to your arse," he said. His breath now coming in pants of lust.

She took hold of his cock, too terrified to resist. She could feel it pulsing in her hand. It felt enormous. It was really much bigger than two fingers. She strained outwards pulling his cock down in line with her hole, and placed the blunt cudgel at the opening of her backside. A cold shiver passed through her at the touch of his wet member. "Oh, no, please!" she said.

"Are you begging, Laura?"

"Yes, I am begging," she said, knowing it was useless but unable to stop herself. He chuckled cruelly, tightening his grip about her waist.

She felt his rod prodding and working against her anus. As he worked the head at the entrance she could feel a pool of precome dripping out of him, lubricating her arsehole so he could take his pleasure in her. It was going to be much too big. She suddenly knew that for a certainty. Now the tip had found the tight aperture and was worming it's way in. He pressed. It hurt more than physically. As head of his cock popped in past her sphincter she felt as if a tree trunk were being rammed up her arse.

She tried to pull away, but he held her tight and persisted.

"Oh no, no! It hurts!" she cried.

But he ignored her pleas. He held her now and just pushed and pushed.

"Please, please," she continued, gritting her teeth against the awfulness of his penetration, knowing he delighted in this pleading, but meaning it all the same.

He thrust harder. She couldn't escape from him. His cock thrust her forward impaling her on his lance of flesh; his hands held her hips up and back, exposed to his rape. She was helpless.

"Push back!' he yelled.

She could hardly think. Every way was pain and more pain. His terrible thrusting continued. She pushed back and opened her arse, as if by deliberate effort that final centimeter. His penis surged right into her rectum, solid and very painful. His hanging balls smacking into her pubes.

"Oh, oh, you're hurting me!" she cried.

It was like having her arsehole shored up with huge supports. Now gasping and crooning with delight he began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft confines of her back passage.

Back and forth. In and out his hard cock traveled. Stretching the entrance of her arse to fit his large rod. "Uhn, uhn, oh!" She whimpered in time to his thrusts. She gasped and squirmed, caught like a stuck pig on the end of a lance. His thighs were hot and hairy along the undersides of hers and the hairs of his loins brushed her behind. He pummeled into her with force, banging away at her arse.

He seemed to fill up the whole of her belly, up to her breasts. Sometimes he hurt her in some unaccountable way, with a sudden extra sharp point of pain. At others it was like he was exploding in her, spreading wide parts of her that had always been hidden and closed. Behind her on the towel he was like a tempestuous sea, tossing and whirling, thundering and battering away against her arse. She felt completely abased before him as if she were some old-world slave bowing before her master while he took her from behind almost anonymously.

Now he slithered up closer between her widespread thighs, pushing them apart even more with his knees and her squirmed his prick right up, and deep, up to the very hilt. Now that she was spread out he seemed to invade her even deeper, splitting her body in two, forcing gasp after gasp from her panting mouth. Her back began to ache from the pressure of his hands around her waist, bending her waist down so that her rump soared up toward his face. She felt totally naked to her soul as his flesh buffeted her buttocks with bruising force.

There was a speck of shit on the rough edge of her anus where his rod entered it and the skin against his prick looked inflamed.

His balls ached and his penis danced with a thousand hot sparks every time he surged into her, and she herself was moaning and adding to his pleasure by trying to squirm out of the way of his punishing blows.

He watched her face as his lips drew back from his teeth in a snarl of pleasure. Her beautiful face was flushed crimson, and her shoulders shook in time with the fishlike opening and closing of her full mouth. Her long blonde hair fell over her face and flopped around her neck as she squirmed. She was completely his. He could do with her anything he liked, and he did, digging his penis into her arse and leaving it there, hearing her groan while he simply joggled his loins and moved it around in her channel like a probing, hard bodied snake.

He drew it out to the glans and then plunged it right in again in one long, slow stroke. His prick tingling, his balls alive. He could come now whenever he chose and he wanted to feel that rush of sperm into her arse; that would be the ultimate submission.

He began to ram rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers, squeezing the spare flesh into odd shapes. His mouth opened and wouldn't close again. His breath whirled out of it in long, broken gasps, like a man rowing, which in a way he was. He stared at her slender young body as he spread the thighs wide and pulled the buttocks apart even more with his hands. He wanted to skewer her, to split her body wide open. His prick was huge and heavy.

His eyes went cold, as if the lights of humanity had gone out. He seized her arm and threw her down on towel he had laid upon the ground. She realized how very much stronger than her he was. She was his slave, she had known it intellectually, and now he would demonstrate it convincingly upon her body. He slapped the back of her head with stunning force. While she was dazed he tore up her skirt and ripped off her panties, exposing her slim young body, tiny waist and beautiful round buttocks. He knelt heavily on her flawless back and began to lash her bottom with his hand. She struggled, but she could only writhe her hips under the stinging blows which fell thick and fast across the smooth orbs of flesh, now on her buttocks, now on her thighs. Her private school upbringing had not prepared her for the humiliation she was enduring, but he didn't care, he had bought her, and now she was his to do with as he pleased.

"You beast! Stop, stop, please!" she gasped. But now he was like some highly efficient piece of machinery, belting her with a force that made her rump begin to sting, to feel raw as if she wouldn't be able for weeks. Her struggles weakened. She was exhausted. Tears of tired rage welled in her eyes. After a while the blows ceased.

When it was over she lay gasping and slowly recovering. She couldn't resist him. Her will power seemed to have been drained out of her. He kissed her smooth reddened buttocks, and bit them with sharp little nips. He drew them apart with his hands and licked the crevice between them, playing with her body as suited his desires. She felt the stain on her arsehole as he pulled the skin around it. She felt obscenely naked with him hovering above the deep red little hole, but it didn't matter any longer. Nothing seemed to matter.

She felt his finger probing at the puckered little inlet.

"Spread your legs," he ordered. His voice brooking no resistance.

She spread her legs, so far that her toes touched the sand on either side of his towel. His finger prodded. She winced and strained at it and, with a sharp little pain, suddenly it had entered.

He moved it around in her rectum, expanding the anus. He began to saw it back and forth in preparation for what was to follow. She wriggled her hips. She felt she wanted to fart, but couldn't.

After a time he dug another finger into her sixteen year old arse, and this time it hurt her enormously, she bounced away. But he came after her, pinning her down with one hand in the small of her back. She felt like a mounted insect. The finger stayed in her anus, still for a time and then it began to intrude and move with the other one. She wriggled more. She felt subjugated in a way that appealed to her deeply in some unexpected and, to her, rather mysterious manner.

She could feel him deliberately stretching her arsehole. It hurt quite a bit every time he made a sharp, sudden movement of his fingers.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, turning her head to one side so that he looked down on her flushed face with the hair strewn over it. "Are you going to screw me? Please don't do this to me!" she pleaded.

He pulled his fingers out of her. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the rubbery skin of the anus clinging to them until they came out with a sucking noise.

"Kneel up," he commanded, grinning down at her.

Obediently she kneeled up, presenting him with the stretched moons of her buttocks, bending away before him like some old world slave.

He played his hands over and around her bottom, massaging her buttocks and enjoying his power over her, then running a finger up into her vagina. She was wet, not from desire but from a perverse reaction to his punishment. Somehow she did get a sexual reaction to his abuse.

He had a huge erection. There was no question about him, he was turned on by the pain he had inflicted. He poked his finger into her again, moving it around and around, and brought it out, and put it in again. Looking back over her shoulder she could see he was transferring fluid to his swollen member.

She felt his hands close on her hips, gripping them tightly, and lining up his crotch with the crack of her behind.

"Place it for me. Right at the entrance to your arse," he said. His breath now coming in pants of lust.

She took hold of his cock, too terrified to resist. She could feel it pulsing in her hand. It felt enormous. It was really much bigger than two fingers. She strained outwards pulling his cock down in line with her hole, and placed the blunt cudgel at the opening of her backside. A cold shiver passed through her at the touch of his wet member. "Oh, no, please!" she said.

"Are you begging, Laura?"

"Yes, I am begging," she said, knowing it was useless but unable to stop herself. He chuckled cruelly, tightening his grip about her waist.

She felt his rod prodding and working against her anus. As he worked the head at the entrance she could feel a pool of precome dripping out of him, lubricating her arsehole so he could take his pleasure in her. It was going to be much too big. She suddenly knew that for a certainty. Now the tip had found the tight aperture and was worming it's way in. He pressed. It hurt more than physically. As head of his cock popped in past her sphincter she felt as if a tree trunk were being rammed up her arse.

She tried to pull away, but he held her tight and persisted.

"Oh no, no! It hurts!" she cried.

But he ignored her pleas. He held her now and just pushed and pushed.

"Please, please," she continued, gritting her teeth against the awfulness of his penetration, knowing he delighted in this pleading, but meaning it all the same.

He thrust harder. She couldn't escape from him. His cock thrust her forward impaling her on his lance of flesh; his hands held her hips up and back, exposed to his rape. She was helpless.

"Push back!' he yelled.

She could hardly think. Every way was pain and more pain. His terrible thrusting continued. She pushed back and opened her arse, as if by deliberate effort that final centimeter. His penis surged right into her rectum, solid and very painful. His hanging balls smacking into her pubes.

"Oh, oh, you're hurting me!" she cried.

It was like having her arsehole shored up with huge supports. Now gasping and crooning with delight he began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft confines of her back passage.

Back and forth. In and out his hard cock traveled. Stretching the entrance of her arse to fit his large rod. "Uhn, uhn, oh!" She whimpered in time to his thrusts. She gasped and squirmed, caught like a stuck pig on the end of a lance. His thighs were hot and hairy along the undersides of hers and the hairs of his loins brushed her behind. He pummeled into her with force, banging away at her arse.

He seemed to fill up the whole of her belly, up to her breasts. Sometimes he hurt her in some unaccountable way, with a sudden extra sharp point of pain. At others it was like he was exploding in her, spreading wide parts of her that had always been hidden and closed. Behind her on the towel he was like a tempestuous sea, tossing and whirling, thundering and battering away against her arse. She felt completely abased before him as if she were some old-world slave bowing before her master while he took her from behind almost anonymously.

Now he slithered up closer between her widespread thighs, pushing them apart even more with his knees and her squirmed his prick right up, and deep, up to the very hilt. Now that she was spread out he seemed to invade her even deeper, splitting her body in two, forcing gasp after gasp from her panting mouth. Her back began to ache from the pressure of his hands around her waist, bending her waist down so that her rump soared up toward his face. She felt totally naked to her soul as his flesh buffeted her buttocks with bruising force.

There was a speck of shit on the rough edge of her anus where his rod entered it and the skin against his prick looked inflamed.

His balls ached and his penis danced with a thousand hot sparks every time he surged into her, and she herself was moaning and adding to his pleasure by trying to squirm out of the way of his punishing blows.

He watched her face as his lips drew back from his teeth in a snarl of pleasure. Her beautiful face was flushed crimson, and her shoulders shook in time with the fishlike opening and closing of her full mouth. Her long blonde hair fell over her face and flopped around her neck as she squirmed. She was completely his. He could do with her anything he liked, and he did, digging his penis into her arse and leaving it there, hearing her groan while he simply joggled his loins and moved it around in her channel like a probing, hard bodied snake.

He drew it out to the glans and then plunged it right in again in one long, slow stroke. His prick tingling, his balls alive. He could come now whenever he chose and he wanted to feel that rush of sperm into her arse; that would be the ultimate submission.

He began to ram rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers, squeezing the spare flesh into odd shapes. His mouth opened and wouldn't close again. His breath whirled out of it in long, broken gasps, like a man rowing, which in a way he was. He stared at her slender young body as he spread the thighs wide and pulled the buttocks apart even more with his hands. He wanted to skewer her, to split her body wide open. His prick was huge and heavy.