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by MechaBlade Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, Buck lit the cigarette that was lazily balancing at the end of his lips. His flaccid dick leaked come onto the sheets. The radio was softly playing "Sex and Candy". Buck enjoyed his post-coital bliss, his balls still buzzing from his load. It was a good fuck and he was tempted to stop for today, since he couldn't possibly top this last orgasm. However, as always, the good fucking just made him horny for more. Tonya just lay stomach-down on the bed, her wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts. She'd quit resisting long ago and used this time between rapes to rest. Buck looked back at her as she cleared her throat. "I'm hungry," she said. It was the first thing she'd said all day. He nodded. "I'll feed you," he said. "After this next one." He sat for a moment, enjoying his smoke. She winced as he blew smoke in her face. He gave her a yellow-toothed smile, flicked the cig on the carpet and climbed back on the bed. Buck stroked himself gently to get hard again. How he wished he could have her suck him off, but he had found that unwilling girls made lousy cocksuckers. Sure, he could bruise them up real good to make sure they didn't bite him, but they were never enthusiastic. It really was more trouble than it was worth. He would use her pretty lips later, when he didn't need to get hard. Tonya waited patiently for him to use her again. There was no point in resisting. She had already been filled with his come repeatedly. At least she knew a meal awaited her soon. Buck pressed a calloused finger insider her abused pussy, spreading her ever so slightly. He scooped some of his come out and spread it on her purple-brown asshole. He tried to scoop some more, but most of the come that he'd spurted inside her had already dripped onto the linen. So he continued jacking himself, spit between her tanned cheeks and watched his saliva run over her shitter. "No," Tonya whined, sensing the new focus of her captor's desires. She could only barely imagine the pain. He pushed his finger inside, loosening up her backhole. Even at its hardest, his dick would have difficulty entering an unyielding asshole. It would bend and slip around and, well, it was just easier to prepare her first. Whether a girl started off lubed and loosened or dry and tight, it was equally rewarding to be thrusting inside her ass. He knew it had to be just as humiliating and imagined it was nearly as painful. "Please don't. Not there," Tonya pleaded one last time. He knew she couldn't stop him from doing whatever he really wanted; she could only hope to coax some mercy out of him. Buck pushed the head of his dick inside, the rest of it softening without something tight to stimulate the shaft. Tonya knew he had his mind set on sodomizing her and buried her face in the bed, preparing herself for this new terrible feeling. Her glutes flexed and Buck enjoyed this sight while he inched inside her. He wasn't yet all the way inside, but he began humping her butt, feeling the wondrous euphoria that only an anal rape could bring. He slipped out and directed himself back inside, his dick harder and his stroke deeper. Before long, he was full-on raping her ass. He watched with childlike wonderment at her retracting and blossoming asshole. "Nnnnph! Nnnnph!" Tonya cried into the mattress. She tried to ignore the pain. She told herself she could handle the pain. Buck turned his focus to her lovely olive-complected body. Thin, but with nice wide hips. Beads of agony-wrought sweat sliding down her back. Her delicate hands tightly gripping the ropes. Her head pressing hard into the mattress. Tonya lifted her head, breathing hard. The pain of pressing her nose into the bed did nothing to soothe her anal pain. She instead pressed the side of her face into the mattress, tensing all her muscles and breathing hard and deep. Buck bottomed out in her ass, his thighs smacking her buttocks at every stroke. Had he not came twice today already, he would have unloaded in her colon immediately. Instead, his balls slowly built up pressure. The pain in Tonya's ass became worse when the severe ache of painfully stretched muscle became the burning sensation of friction in her sensitive and nearly dry orifice. She could no longer tolerate the pain of her rape. Tonya began to scream. The ropes bit into Tonya's ankles and wrists as she twisted and pulled in her restraints. Her head bucked and back arched and ass cheeks clenched. And how she screamed. "So wonderful," thought Buck, a grin finally spreading on his face. Buck shot his load in Tonya's butt and withdrew from her anus. A small spurt of watery seed landed on the small of her back. This orgasm was not as strong nor as enduring as his last, but the fuck was surely as satisfying, if not more so. Tonya quit her screaming but clenched and unclenched her agonized asshole, winking it at Buck. Buck again sat on the side of the bed as Tonya caught her breath. Some Nirvana song was playing on the radio. "Let me clip ...dirty wings," he quietly sang along. He lit a cigarette. "S'pose I should get you some breakfast then." She just lay on the bed. Her only response was the sound of her anus burping out a bit of come. Buck got up and went to the kitchen to find her something to eat. She was going to need her strength to get her through these next few days. |