Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04

... came no pleasure whatsoever. Or, in other words, exactly the feeling that Rhea was looking for.

Sure, it hurt, but so did everything else Charlotte had subjected to her. Even the emotional damage left a few scars, so ramping up the intensity was nothing that Rhea couldn't handle. At least, at first, anyway. Initially, the sudden switch to a faster, ruthless pace was manageable. But Charlotte's speed kept building, the thrusts kept getting stronger and stronger, until bearing it simply wasn't an option anymore. Until Rhea just wasn't tough enough to handle the intensity.

Before long, her arms fell to her sides, no longer capable of keeping her ass cheeks spread. Rhea screamed and hollered but, obviously, found no remorse from the only other person in the room. Rather, Charlotte kept the pressure high, even taking it to levels that didn't seem humanly possible, but to someone as genetically superior as The Queen, was just the tip of the iceberg.

It was in that moment, with Charlotte's cock gliding in and out of her ass with all of the grace of a bull in a china shop, that Rhea truly felt weak. Helpless, a feeling she couldn't remember ever feeling, especially since adapting her Nightmare persona. The feeling of woe crept in as well, Rhea remembering and even briefly regretting every single time she'd been just as reckless with another woman's asshole before. Briefly of course, because the situation wasn't quite the same. THEY deserved it. SHE did not.

Rhea wasn't ...

... a bottom, her asshole wasn't built for this kind of punishment, regardless of what Charlotte claimed. She certainly didn't feel like a bottom, with or without the strange feeling pulsing throughout her body with each devastating thrust. Unlike anything Rhea had ever felt before, and beyond the pain, was a sensation she couldn't pin down if her life was on the line. Rhea could describe how it felt, the pressure, the way Charlotte's cock was turning her insides into mush. Callous and vile, yes, but that other part? That part Rhea couldn't explain and thus didn't want to dwell on.

Rather, she attempted to ignore her problems again. But these problems were far more persistent. These problems refused to be ignored. First it was the pain, so crushing and crippling that Rhea's whole body grew numb. And of course there was Charlotte's cock pounding into her, seemingly bashing against a new "spot" following every plunge. Then, when things seemingly couldn't get any worse, that first problem wrapped around in an entirely different form.

That pain? The aftereffects of Charlotte's handiwork? Much like before, it began to fade away. So much force, so much brutality that eventually, Rhea's asshole became accustomed to the excessive violence and, in turn, negated the weight of every blow. And while on paper that sounds like a wonderful little tidbit, in practice, it wasn't so nice. Because now that getting brutally assfucked by The Queen didn't hurt so much, the floodgates were open. ...