Decent into the Bull Pen - Sex Stories

Decent into the Bull Pen

... her mind and turning her into the sex toy that she is. All that matters now is my pleasure, and part of her, the darker part, liked this. Another smack rattles her face this time, leaving a sting. I grunt. " You be good like I told you to." Nodding, she bore down, remembering her kegel exercises, finally executing a few. " There you go," I said in an almost soothing voice, " that's it." I then punish her with another volley of thrusts, this time more violent, overpowering her lame efforts. She screams. My cock seems to swell and harden even more inside her, punishing her with its roughness. Whenever she flexes around me, the pleasure washes back in, and when she relaxes, it is replaced with pain; the exchange is horrifyingly delicious. She is horrified at herself, that at some level, she is enjoying this. " Good Marcy," I grunted, leaning further on to the bed over her to drill her deeper, " You do that some more, just be quiet now, that's it. Unh." The thrusts now are deeper, harder, as both my hands roughly tilt her hips up towards me, opening her legs as wide as they will go. She whimpers, trying so hard to be quiet and fearing for her life. She knows she will do anything for me now, just to get away alive. She has to admit to herself that at one level, this barbaric rape feels incredibly good, her fantasy-come-true is even better, and darker, than she can ever have imagined. Then my thrusting stops; now I'm panting and leaning heavily against the bed, pinning her, buried ...

... deep in her and grinding slowly as if probing for extra space. There is none; she is straining to accommodate me, I feel easily thicker than the opening between her narrow hip bones. I use one rough hand to fully stroke and then stuff my cock into her as I enjoy the enormous pressure of her shocked cunt, still struggling to expel me. I keep my hand in place, guiding my cock in and occasionally forcing a finger or two in alongside to stroke myself, coaxing frantic little cries from her as she writhes limply, legs spread eagle under me. Sensing her weakness, I hiss into her ear, " You can scream all you want to now Marcy, nobody can hear you out here. Just do what I tell you." My cock is now nudging against her cervix, driving her insane with fear and pleasure. At first she did scream, half pain, half pleasure, as fingers and cock swirls into her, probing and retreating. Then she fell silent, as she senses me gathering my energy. Both my rough hands came down on her breasts, crushing them with my weight as my cock strokes in and out of her at my own selfish tempo, with no regard for her pleasure or pain, and I let out satisfied grunts. She senses a long-overdue urgency in me as she forces fluttering kegels, desperate to please me and end this. An involuntary orgasm over takes her and her hips buck, my weight pressing even more down on her now, overwhelming her mostly naked body with my mostly clothed one. The rough edges of my jacket scraping her bare nipples, she sucks in the ...