Chapter 4
The handsome yet subservient stud could feel his asshole being forced to open further than it had ever opened before.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch could feel his asshole opening so wide that it turned into a gaping mouth. She could tell that all of the puckers in his bung hole were smoothed by the stretching.
The sex slave's asshole felt as if it were being stretched as far as it could possibly go-just like a rubberband that was stretched to the snapping point.
He knew for a fact that the head of the black rubber dildo was thicker than anything he had ever forced out of that hole-and it was certainly thicker than anything his mommy had ever shoved up inside his aching bowels.
He knew he would have remembered a turd anywhere near as thick as the tool the woman was shoving inside his hot hot fanny at that very moment.
He felt great pain, and the man could feel the entire surface area of his body becoming lathered with the cold sweat of his pain and his terror in an instant.
He could smell a sour scent rising from his armpits.
It was a bitter almondy scent-as if the man were oozing poison from his underarms or something like that.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, too thick," he said.
"Wrong," the dominatrix said with a cruel laugh.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you are ripping me," he said.
"Good," the black haired woman said with a snort.
Her nostrils flared widely, becoming gaping, as she snorted. She sounded like a pig.
"You are tearing me apart," the sex slave screamed.
"Yes, good, isn't it," the woman exclaimed.
She held no compassion-not an ounce in her soul.
"I don't think I can do it. I don't think-"
"I don't want to hear about your petty insecurities."
"I can tell that you are making me bleed."
"I fully intended on making you bleed, fool."
"Ohhhhhhh, I'll never be the same. Never."
"No harm done there, as far as I can tell, jerk."
"Ohhhhhhh, you are making me bleed to death."
"Stop being so dramatic, mother-fucker," she said.
"Please, Mistress Marjorie, don't call me that."
"I will call you whatever the fuck I please."
"But-please-please-please not that," he whined.
"Motherfucker. Motherfucker. Motherfucker."
"Oh God, I wish I could covered my ears," he screamed.
"MOTHERFUCKER MOTHERFUCKER," she screamed loudly.
She placed her lips very close to the man's right ear as she screamed these words. The handsome yet subservient stud could feel his eardrum being injured by the intense volume the woman mustered with her incredible lungs.
The man felt as if he had been stabbed up the fanny with a red hot poker. The cold sweat beaded up across his deeply furrowed forehead and began to drip downward-downward toward his blinking and reddened eyes.
"MOTHERFUCKER. MOTHERFUCKER," the woman screamed.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo," the man replied.
"COCKSUCKER COCKSUCKER," she hollered.
"Please, please, please, please," he chanted.
He began to toss his head from side to side with reckless abandon, just as if he were saying "no" over and over again-but the woman was smart enough to know better. The leather-clad dominatrix bitch knew that the man meant precisely the opposite by the violent tossing of his head. His facial features were contorting horribly by this time.
"MOTHERFUCKER. MOTHERFUCKER," she bellowed.
"It's TRUE," the slave heard himself screaming back.
"You fucked your mother. You fucked her pussy," the woman taunted in the sex slave's ear.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, it is a nightmare-a nightmare," the man said, praying that he could clog his ears and filter out her horrible words.
They say that the truth hurts.
Well, this axiom has seldom been as true as it was at that moment. The man could feel the tip of the greased-up dildo pushing past his tight tubular sphincter muscle.
The handsome yet subservient stud could fee! the tip of the ebony ersatz erection pushing right up into the softer-and more elastic-flesh of his inner colon. Just when the pain became so severe that he didn't think he would be able to handle it any longer, he could feel the pain begin to lessen.
Just as had been the case when the woman was beating the shit out of him with her bamboo and black leather riding crop, the man could feel the sharpness of his pain dulling into an ache that was blending perfectly with the ache of desire he was feeling in his ass and in his cock and balls.
It was as if his sexually aroused nervous-system were translating his pain into pleasure before allowing those signals to get to the muscular man's brain.
The handsome yet subservient stud could feel his asshole surrendering to the inevitable penetration. His asshole gave up its involuntary and painful battle against the penetration of the dildo-more because the muscles in the man's asshole were exhausted than for any other reason he could think of.
Still, the tip of the dildo did not push inside very quickly. In spite of the fact that the woman was pushing as hard as she possibly could, the tip of the dildo was only violating the bound stud's internal passageway a fraction of an inch at a time.
The inner bowels had to stretch and straighten to accommodate the bulk of the phony phallus. He could feel sharp pains inside his ass, and he could tell that there were places where the internal walls were being stretched too far.
He could tell that he really was ripping up inside his colon. He could feel something wet and sticky inside his ass and it took him a moment or two to figure out what that substance was.
But then it occurred to him in a flash. It was blood-blood from his recently opened internal wounds.
The handsome man could feel the tip of the dildo getting closer and closer to the magic spot within him-the magic focal point of his deep-anal craving.
He could tell that something wonderful was going to happen inside his body when the tip of the dildo touched that magic spot for the first time.
"So good," he said.
His eyes were closed so tightly that his eyelids were deeply wrinkled.
"Like it?" the woman asked. She made a remarkably authentic purring sound as she pushed.
"It feels great. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Harder."
"Harder?"
"Yes, fuck me as hard and fast as you can."
"Are you certain you know what you are saying?"
"I know what I am saying. I NEED to be reamed."
"Ummmmmmmm, you came to the right place, scumsucker."
"Make me come, Mistress Marjorie," the man said.
"Come?"
"Yes, make me come by fucking me," the man said.
"Your cock is going to squirt from the buggery?"
"No, this is a different type of coming, Mistress."
"What kind of coming is that, slave?" she asked.
"I am going to come inside my asssss," the man said, hissing the final sound as if he were doing an impression of a snake in the grass.
She shoved downward with her femininely round lower torso very hard. The dildo was three-quarters of the way inside his ass, yet his ass already felt as if it were filled as full as it could get.
He had nary a idea where those extra few inches were going to be stored.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch moaned with delight. The handsome yet subservient stud was confused.
He couldn't understand how the woman could be experiencing physical joy.
After all, she was using a spurious member.
But there was something that the sex slave did not know.
He didn't know that there were little rubber bumps on the base of the dildo-and that the woman had worn the dildo so that those little rubber bumps were pressing directly against her little man in the boat-her clitoris.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch would be able to make herself come if she fucked the man's asshole with that humongous dildo for long enough.
She shoved downward with her loins once again.
She shoved the remainder of the dildo inside him.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, so fucking deep," the man screamed.
His eyes were closed so tightly that premature crows feet were forming at the corners.
His nose was moving up and down as he felt the dildo pressing deeper and deeper into his colon.
As his rather large nose moved up and down, crinkles formed all the way across its bridge.
His back teeth were clenched together so tightly that his jaw ached from the exertion.
The handsome man found that he hardly minded the slight discomfort in his lower face.
The sensations were next to nothing compared to the roaring pleasure he felt in his ass.
The man was clenching his back teeth together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of his face were protruding quite far.
There was a single vein at the man's right temple, very close to the surface, that was throbbing visibly.
His lips were stretched back over his front teeth. His face was the picture of concentration.
His face had contorted itself into a perfect cross between a smile and a grimace.
The handsome man's face was every bit as red as the skin on a ripe tomato by this time.
The beautiful woman could feel her black pubic patch pressing flat against the y-shaped cleft at the very top of the crack of the man's ass, very close to the small of Thomas Froelich's back, directly in between the twin dimples that indicated the location of the sex slave's kidneys.
She could feel the outer edges of her protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips touching the base of his large scrotal sack.
He couldn't believe how stuffed his ass felt. He felt as if he were being impaled by the rubber pole. He felt as if the dildo were pushing all the way through him. He felt impaled like a butterfly on a pin on display beneath glass in a plush historical museum somewhere.
The handsome yet subservient stud would not have been surprised if the tip of the dildo had come popping out of his mouth at that point.
He could feel the tip of the dildo touching the focal point of his deep-anal desire for the very first time. He could feel a thunderbolt of pleasure ripping through him.
He could feel the pleasure starting at his tailbone.
The rush of pleasure shot up his spine toward the base of the sex slave's skull.
The handsome man could feel the pleasure getting as far as the base of his skull where the enjoyment paused and retreated rather than exploding directly into the gray matter of his brain as the ecstasy of an orgasm would have.
He could tell that the beautiful woman was not going to have to touch that magic internal spit very many times at all with the tip of the dildo before he would come inside his ass just as he had earlier told her he would.
"Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please fuck."
"Fuck softly?"
"No." . "Fuck slowly."
"No."
"Fuck hard?"
"Yes."
"Fuck fast?"
"Yes."
"No," she said.
The woman continued to press down with her lower torso in spite of the fact that the dildo was already all the way inside the young man's ass. This created the illusion within the sex slave, that the dildo was sinking deeper into his internal tissues, which, of course, was quite impossible.
She began to gyrate.
She writhed.
She moved the dildo in slow sensuous circles within him.
She used the molded head and the long thick shaft of the fake cock to stretch at the man's sphincter colon and inner bowels. He stretched in every possible direction.
She moved her hips back and the sex slave could feel the molded black head of the dildo making direct contact with his prostate gland, thus enhancing the already intense pleasure inside his horny fanny.