Chapter 14
Ramona was bent slightly forward from the waist. Ed stood behind her, his arm curled around her nakedness.
Running his hand down her spine, he began to caress the big mounds of her buttocks. She held onto his arm, trembling, wiggling just a little, wondering what he was going to do. Or rather, when. He had already told, her what, and where.
His finger worked its way into the crevice of her buttocks. She shifted her feet wider apart, bracing herself.
"Relax," he told her, and once again she obeyed
permitting his finger to enter her easily. There was no sound other than that of their breathing while she felt the stiffened digit move over her anus. Slowly it began to push at the tight little opening, and the muscles involuntarily constricted.
"Relax, and stay relaxed," he said, thinking that it was almost a shame. True, he was not using any lubricant at all, and she would feet it. But her brain's autonomic centers instantly obeyed his order to relax, and thus she would be able to take it far more easily than otherwise. But he had to say it: she had the muscular strength to keep him out. Not now. She surrendered to the invasion, because he had told her to do so. He began inserting his finger.
A little grunting sound was forced from her as the finger slid all the way into her smooth-walled rectum and began massaging the delicate membranes.
"You're about to be fucked in the ass," he told her. "I wonder if I can get all this prick into you without splitting you wide open."
Her reply was both automatic and visible, and he watched the gooseflesh race over her body. But she arched her hips to allow him greater penetration, drawing in her breath sharply when he began working his finger more energetically within her.
He grinned. "Split or not, it's going to go in all the way. And you'd better be quiet. If it hurts, don't scream. Just bite your Up." IBs finger made a small sucking sound as he puUed it out of the warm sheath. "All right, you know what to do. Lean forward over that dresser and hang on."
She did, shuddering. They had had a drink, and novr she said in a pitiful Uttle voice, "Uh ... my... my titties
are hanging in an ice water puddle!"
"Congratulations," he enthused. "You'll need something to cool you off! Now shove that butt out, woman!"
She did.
"Spread your feet a little further apart," he said, studying the fleshy mounds of her naked ass, thrust out and temptingly high. They would form a superb cushioning set of pillows for his hips, he thought, stationing himself behind her. She was watching him nervously in the dresser mirror, already gnawing at her lower hp.
Then she was trapped by his powerful torso. His penis began to rub against her soft crotch from behind, hardening and lengthening with each hunching jerk of his hips. Her breath came faster and faster under the ardent abrasion of his shaft's whipping between the lower curves of her buttocks. His hand slipped from around her waist. She tensed, wincing as he positioned the head of his penis against her tight sphincter.
She bit her Up, staring at his concentrating face in the mirror as she felt the shaft pushing between the lushly ripe halves of her bottom. The fleshy head began to spread the entrance, pushing irresistibly at it. She grunted, quivering.
"Please . . ."
He nodded enthusiastically, "You're begging for it? Wonderful. All right. Be still, and relax, Ramona, my darling slut. Isn't it wonderful?"
"Please___are ... are you sure it will go in ...?"
"It's going in right now, Ray baby. Just hold still and feel yourself swallow it up. This has been a form of birth control for centuries, and lots of women are happy to
take their lovers in the rear. Although, of course, they do go through a process of opening her up and greasing the channel and the prick. But I guess to a Lesbian bitch like you it does put you off a bit, hmm?" "Ohhhh god!"
His face was very serious now as he concentrated on the effort of insertion. "I like it in the mirror," he told her. "It lets me see your eyes. And you can watch me, too, and know that this isn't an act of love. I'm raping... your ... assV* He punctuated that last word with a hard shove.
She groaned out her pain and frustration as his cock abruptly expanded the hole it was determined to enter and fill. Her face grimaced at him in the mirror. Already her shoulders and upper breasts were glistening with perspiration.
"You're . . . tearing me open!" Her trembling knees were so weak she could barely stand, much less resist the rectal invasion.
"Just brace yourself, baby. I'm tired of playing around. I'm not going to take it easy from here on in." And he hunched, thrusting the hard length into her, increasing both pressure and pain. Even he felt some pain, but the sight of her gritting her teeth, the sound of her whining, the marvelous tight feel of it, made him unable to stop. Knowing that her anal muscles were aching excruciatingly as the full width of his prick expanded the hole, he gripped her hips and thrust hard. The great shaft bored steadily into her, generating a sheen of perspiration that glistened on her body.
"Oh... ahgh... oh my god... it hurts... hurts..." Tears streamed from her eyes, making him wonder if anyone had ever made this sadistic bitch weep before.
"Please ... pull it out before .. .it kills mel"
"You will feel the pain and the abrasion," he told her, pausing and gasping with the exertion required to pierce her tight asshole. "But you will only tell me how good it feels. And you will help, do you understand?"
"Yessss," she sobbed. "It feels . . . ahh! ... so gooood!"
Grinning, he grasped her cheeks and tried to drag them apart the better to pierce the tender little slot between them. Actually he was having a hell of a time forcing his tool into the virginal channel. But he knew it would be worth the effort.
It already was. His cock was as though gripped in a foam rubber-sheathed vise. Her writhing buttocks only assured the continued rigidity of his penis.
Despite his order to the contrary, she shrieked when he made a hard grinding lunge. Her lower belly ground into the dresser and her body shook as he embedded bis cock hi her ass, all the way.
His balls lay against the smooth and shining skin beneath the hole he now filled with flesh like the hardest rubber.
He lay panting and sweating against her naked, trembling back, savoring the tight wetness of the hot flesh surrounding his penis.
"YouVe got it all, baby."
She lay weakly on the dresser top. Her eyes showed her amazement. It was really buried in her, in that tightest and tiniest of grooves! The feel of it was like a huge pole inside her rectum, feeling enormous. Her tissues flashed messages of shock through her, mirroring themselves in her face, when he began a slow withdrawal. Her heart pounded. Her face writhed. His
emerging cock felt as though it was pulling her guts out of her.
Then it was plunging back into her, gushing her breath out to fog the mirror. Her body jerked and her big dangling breasts made htde splashing noises in the puddle on the dresser top.
Moistened by both its own and her internal juices—sweat—it was now beginning to move more smoothly, formatting her to tolerate the pain. But it remained painful. And she remained unable to complain:
"Unnnhh ... so good ... aaahhhgh! Oh no ... no I mean yes, do it! . . ."
The mighty piston began to penetrate rhythmically. Her body bounced from the steady impacts. He had to hold his arms tightly around her to prevent her felling, from bashing her head into the mirror.
As the rectal screwing progressed, her body became accustomed to the presence of the flagpole inside her. The tight, expanded little channel still ached, and she was sure it was torn. She was gasping in rhythm with his thrusts, relaxed in his embrace. Her body was his. Her ass was his.
It was the tightest, most perfectly padded screw he had ever experienced, and he was not an inexperienced man.
"Feel it building, building?" he muttered, hunching hard. "Feel it, slut? Listen, and obey and remember, forever. This is the only way you can orgasm, Ray! This is what you must have! You will climax this time . . . and you will every time you take it in the ass. But you'll never be able to achieve orgasm with a woman again, and not by having a prick up cunt, either. There's
something wrong with your clitoris, you see. Your only orgasms will come from this." He jammed hard in punctuation.
She moaned. She blinked as tears streamed from her eyes and fell to run down her naked, hanging breasts. But she knew it was true. Her life would be forever different. He had changed it. What he said was so, because Zombie ruled her mind and body and he had said it, and what he said was so. She began wagging her hips. And yes, she could feel the slow building of an orgasm that she had never felt other than under the hps and tongue of another woman.
She saw her face in the mirror through half closed eyes as die concentrated on the smoothly shding cock up her back. Her reflection showed the agony in her eyes—and the pleasure, too. She could see only the top of his head as he applied himself to the joyful work of ass fucking her. She could not help her murmured words of encouragement. He had told her to.
But inside, far inside, trapped behind a locked door in her mind with Zombie standing guard outside, she knew, and she hated him, hated herself, hated this and all that would happen. And she wished with agonized fervency that she had never gone to Earth, much less snatched and tortured that girl, Linda.
So hot, so tight. He had increased the tempo of his strokes, and her big cheeks were bouncing against the base of his prick. She was on tiptoe, jammed hard against the dresser. She gripped its edges tightly with her sweaty hands, trying to avoid putting too much weight on the deeply implanted shaft of fire and iron.
His arms tightened around her wet slippery waist. He shoved hard, jamming himself as far up into her as he
could. She groaned—and thrust back on it, taking it a quarter of an inch deeper, flattening her buttocks against his straining body. In. And out. And back in....
And suddenly it began jerking violently within her. A hot stream of semen jolted into her bowels. Her hps rounded in surprise, unwelcome surprise and delight at the rapturous feeling that filled her in response to the impact of the hot spurts. She sagged, letting her weight rest completely on the great staff that impaled her. Little grunts of pleasure escaped her as the warm river slammed into her.
At last the liquid injection ceased. He sighed with satisfaction, leaning weakly against her. Shifting his hands to cup her soft, wet breasts, he rubbed his palms against the stiffened nipples. He stood there, almost lying on her back, feeling the orgasmic tremors of her body and knowing she hated him.
"Ah," he gasped, and there was a wet, sucking noise as his cock sucked out of her anus, followed by a pale trinkle of semen.
"Lovely," he said. "Just lovely. Now turn around and get on your knees, big woman, and lick me clean."
And as she knelt there before him in meek submission, helplessly doing precisely as he had commanded, he had a marvelous idea. He would take her to an exhibition bar! That would add to her humihation, and surely he could manage one more orgasm into her, once they had eaten and drunk. He would take her to one of those wicked places that some women loved—and most men—and he would make sure she was aware of all the eyes on her as she was well screwed.
Then, he thought, reaching down to twine his fingers
in her hair as she knelt and licked his spent, sagging penis, I'll find a little merchant spaceship with a crew of several men. That's how we'll return to Earth . . . with her paying for our passage, as ship's girl! Yes .. .all the way home, Ramona dear, you filthy murdering bitch!
But right now . .. right now there was something else he could do, before they got cleaned up and dressed. Right now he had to piss.