Chapter 5
Leonard Vandam considered himself a neat and careful man and he hated being surrounded by weakness and incompetence. He had to control his powerful urge to strangle Senator Adams when the whining man had rushed to his hotel room to tell him of the meeting between Nicole Jordane and that bastard of an albatross Roger Thornhill. The stupid fool had tricked enough that evening by daring to talk to him at the party, then to have blabbed to the silly teenager was almost too much to bear.
He would have found it hard to believe that the girl was merely inquisitive anyway, but when he heard that she met Roger Thornhill at his motel hiding place, he exploded in a rage that frightened the Senator visibly.
"I ought to kill you, you fool," he had shouted at the cowering man. "Better yet, I ought to give you to Putt!" The Senator groaned in terror as his eyes followed the pointing finger that Vandam jerked in the direction of the huge giant leaning against the wall, smiling with an evil grin.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the Senator sobbed, disgusting Vandam with his weak, frightened manner. "I didn't know what I was doing, I swear to you I didn't!"
"Yes, yes, I'm sure you didn't, you idiot," Vandam said, shaking his head in disgust. "It's weak, stupid men like you that foul up every decent thing men like myself try to do in this world. Now I have to repair all the damage you've done before you wreck everything!"
"What are you going to do," asked Senator Adams, his voice quivering with fear and worry. "They might find out! Go to the police!"
"Oh, shut up," barked Vandam. "He's too damn stupid to go to the police. He's a weak, frightened little man just like you are! It's very simple, my dear Senator Adams, I'm going to kill the both of them once I find out what they know!"
He glared at the Senator, making a mental note to include him on that list once he had settled with the girl and Thornhill. That insane young man was getting to be a thorn in his side. It was crazy the way he. seemed to escape his clutches every time. It was rare for Putt to fail once, and twice was impossible, but there it was. No, tonight he would eliminate all three of them, just as soon as he finished finding out everything they knew and who they had told about it.
He sent Putt to get the girl, preferring to leave Thornhill to the more exotic methods of his mistress Use Gruber. She would be able to break him much easier than Putt. Putt would end up killing the man before he talked. By now the giant was mad with anger at Thornhill's slipping through his fingers twice and he wouldn't have the judgment to handle him carefully.
The one thing about Putt he could count on was doing what he told him. No matter what happened, he would bring the girl back, of that much, Vandam was sure.
Now the giant sat in his car, carefully hidden across the street from the motel and waited patiently for the girl to emerge from the room. He could wait another whole day if he had to, so single-minded was his loyalty to his master.
He neither smoked nor drank and his eyes never left the room. He sat completely still in the car, listening carefully to the sounds of the beginning day, every so often cracking the knuckles on his big hands with a pleasing snap that reminded him of breaking bones.
Within the room, Roger and Nicole were coming alive, stretching and yawning the last bits of sleep from their bodies and eyes. Roger was out of the bed, first, grabbing a fast shower and dressing before Nicole had even slipped from between the sheets. She followed him in the John and by the time she was finished washing he was ready to go.
"Call a cab to take you home," he told her, knotting his tie and adjusting it in the glary reflection of the mirror hanging on the wall. "And see if you can get to talk to Senator Adams again. He might be one of the keys to this thing, in fact, the more I think about it, the more sure of it I am!"
"What are you going to be doing," she asked, drying her hair in a large, fluffy towel. "While I'm seducing the Senator?"
"Perhaps trying the same trick on Vandam's mistress," he replied in a light, airy voice. She stared at him and he laughed. "Don't get me wrong, love, it's all in the name of duty," he assured her. "After checking around, I found out that our friend Vandam keeps a very expensive woman in this town. She must cost him close to a half a million a year. I think I'll pay her a visit, maybe she might be able to tell me where he is and what he's up to."
"I don't know if I like that idea," she said, her voice guarded. "That could turn out to be trouble."
"I think I can handle a woman in her late thirties without too much trouble," he chuckled. "I'm not exactly without any charms, you know!"
"I don't mean that, dummy," she persisted. "What if Vandam has the same idea? You could be walking into a trap, do you realize that?"
"If Mister Vandam is worried about me, which I rather feel he is, he's not about to be hanging around anywhere I can catch him. He's too slick for that," Roger explained, coming over and sitting on the bed beside her. "He'll wait until they catch me. He has faith in our police and F.B.I., that much I know. He's more right wing American than our own!"
"Well, you be careful, that's all," she said in a grumpy voice, not pleased with the plans at all. "I don't want to be reading about you being fished out of the river!"
"I don't want to star in that news story either, dear," he chuckled. "Now take your time and get back home and run down the Senator, will you?"
He leaned over and kissed her, smiling into her eyes. "And don't worry," he added. Then he stood up and paused for a moment, staring down at her. "You are really something," he sighed, then kissed her quickly once more and turned away, leaving the room.
Outside, Putt stirred in the car and slipped down behind the wheel as much as possible as he watched the young man walking down the street. He kept his eyes level with the dashboard until Roger had hailed a cab. Once the young man had climbed inside and the yellow car had driven away, Putt smiled to himself and nodded, unwrapping his huge frame from the tiny auto.
Nicole had just finished calling a cab and was zipping up the back of her dress, trying to adjust the rather wrinkled gown in the mirror when she heard the door open behind her. She turned, a smile on her face, thinking that Roger had returned. Perhaps he had changed his mind, she thought quickly. She opened her mouth to say his name when her eyes went wide with fear and the sound froze in her throat as she stared up at the grinning features of that monster who had attacked them the other night.
She gulped and tried to scream but nothing would come out of her mouth. She looked rapidly from side to side, but could find no weapon to throw at him. Slowly he advanced toward her, his arms flung "Get away," she screamed, racing for the door. He laughed a deep, hollow growl and caught her arm as she raced by him.
like an enveloping pool of quicksand he drew her to his chest and locked one of his massive arms tightly around her throat. She kicked and flailed at him helplessly as he slowly cut off her air. The lights spun round and round in front of her eyes as he expertly shut his arm around her neck and in a few minutes she was falling down, down, down into a pit of blackness.
Slowly she climbed back up into the bright light and consciousness. She heard a sharp, harsh ringing in her ears and her head was throbbing painfully. She blinked her eyes a couple of times and the swimming, cloudy haze in front of them cleared.
She was staring at the gray ceiling of a dark, quiet room. Her body shivered with the cold and she could tell she was deep in the bowels of some building. She tried to rise but found her arms and legs tightly bound to the small, narrow examination table she was lying.
"She's awake," she heard whispered in one corner of the room. "She's moving, look at her," the voice went on.
She turned her head and saw Senator Adams and Leonard Vandam staring at her a few feet away. She glared at them and spoke in a trembling voice that she tried hard to make sound confident and angry.
"I think this little game has gone far enough, gentlemen," she said harshly. "You had better let me go right now, or you're both going to be in big trouble!"
Vandam laughed happily. "Marvelous, marvelous," he said, walking over to where she lay. He nodded his head approvingly. "I admire such sprit, you don't see it in the youth very much these days! Good for you, child, spit in the face of danger! That's the way one should handle oneself! You could learn a bit from this darling child, Senator!"
"The hell with her," Senator Adams growled, his voice trembling with a obviously phony courage and rage. "Just make her talk, that's all!"
"Senator, I must confess that the more I know you, the duller you become," sighed sighed Vandam. "Now just sit over there in the corner and let me question this lovely young girl, will you?"
Meekly the Senator walked away and sat down on a small stool. Nicole followed him with her eyes, choking down a sob and trying' desperately not to reveal the fear that was churning in her belly.
Vandam grasped her chin and turned her face back to his eyes. "Now my dear, perhaps you will tell me what you now about all of us, huh?"
"Get your hands off of me, you lousy bastard," she shouted. "In one more second I'm going to start screaming my head off if you don't let me go!"
He shook his head and chuckled softly. "Go right ahead, my dear," he told her, waving his hands around the room. "You are in a sound-proof room, you may yell to your heart's content, but nobody is going to hear you!"
Her eyes flickered with fear and her belly rolled Over as she realized that he was telling the truth. "I'm not telling you anything," she hissed quietly. "You can go to hell!"
"How sad to hear you say that," he sighed. "I was hoping we could get along nicely. I do hate to apply force if I don't have to." He turned on his heel and walked to the door, beckoning with his hand for the Senator to follow him.
He paused at the door and turned around, staring at the trapped girl, quivering on the table. "Perhaps you'll change your mind after a little persuasion," he said grimly. "I just hope you can survive it, my dear."
She glared at him and spat weakly at his retreating figure then he was gone, the door shut tightly behind him. She turned her head back to the ceiling and quivered on the narrow table. She pulled and tugged on her bonds but they were too tight and she could not budge them.
"Oh, Roger, Roger," she whimpered quietly. "Where are you my darling, where are you!"
Whatever they had in mind she knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. Suddenly she heard the door open and she gasped in terror as the huge giant that had taken her from the motel walked into the room. He was grinning obscenely as he approached the table and she fought wildly to get free of the tight ropes that held her fast.
"Perhaps Putt can convince you to open up to me," she heard the voice of Vandam whisper from the other room. "He can be very useful at certain times."
"No, no," she groaned. She tried to lift herself up from the table. "Wait, wait, please," she cried but the door was shut tight once more, leaving only her and the huge man in the room.
He was chuckling loudly, his voice so deep it sounded as if it came from a well. "Pretty girl, pretty, pretty girl," he was cooing over and over, rubbing his hands together. "Nice, pretty girl. Pretty."
She shook violently as she saw him reach into his pocket and remove a long, wickedly gleaming knife. She cried out in terror as he bent over her and deftly sliced her dress apart from her hem to her throat. He put the knife away and spread the tattered folds of the gown apart.
She gulped and swallowed with difficulty as he reached out with one of his massive hands and roughly rode the hard heel of his meaty paw over her quivering and moist flesh.
Her luscious, perfect breasts jiggled enticingly as he passed his hand over them. The soft, spongy globes parted between his riding heel and she moaned in a mixture of fear and awful pleasure as she felt the huge, greedy fingers slithering over her flat, palpitating stomach.
She shivered in horror as he slid two of his digits down between her legs and ran them over her damp, trembling inner thighs. She tossed her head from side to side, groaning loudly as he continued on down her graceful leg, pinching and squeezing her warm, smooth skin as he went along.
"Please, please don't hurt me," she whispered frantically. Her lovely, teenage body quaking uncontrollably. "Don't hurt me, I beg you!"
"Shut up," he barked, his voice so loud that it took her breath away. "You do what I say now," he said gruffly, the smile on his face one of obscene lust and greed.
She shut her eyes and groaned unhappily as she felt his other hand riding around the edges of her breasts, dancing the tips of his huge spears over her creamy mounds.
He bent down and ran his tongue over her tightly shut eyes. She moaned in protest but he ignored her, his fevered lust rising rapidly. Roughly he clasped one of her precious boobs, squeezing it painfully between his massive fingers. She cried out and tried to pull away from him but he just laughed and continued to knead and massage the perfect globe with angry greed.
He rolled his fat thumb over one of her darling nipples and the tender bud quickly grew firm and erect under the steady, driving pressure of his knobby digit. She moaned in fear and shame as she felt the familiar pleasure racing through her system despite her terror and disgust of the man.
He pinched the darling nugget cruelly and rubbed it back and forth until it was throbbing in his grasp and she was moaning quietly with an urgent and frightening power that raced through her loins.
Slowly he ran his hands around her bobbling mounds. They lay flat against her heaving chest and he pushed and cupped them lovingly, making her gasp with the aching fire that churned in her smoldering loins.
His eager, greedy mouth was roaming over her face kissing and licking her moist skin with a greedy hungry passion. She felt his huge, curled lips surrounding her own and she twisted her. head away, trying to avoid the sickening kiss he was giving her. He grabbed her chin in his hand and shook his head, baring his teeth in a snarl of warning.
She groaned and held still as he happily mashed his fat, sucking lips over hers. He kissed her roughly, sliding his mouth back and forth over her trembling, succulent petals of joy. His hungry, large tongue slashed across her teeth and pressed against them determinedly. He shook her by the chin once more, and with a sob of despair she parted the perfect white teeth and he eagerly slithered his tongue between them. The huge arrow seemed to fill her mouth up wide and she could hardly breathe as he slashed the seeking dart against her cheeks, hunting for her own, pink spear of pleasure. She felt more disgusted and horrified than ever before as she felt the stabbing, slashing dart entwining around her own and his hungry mouth sucking on her lips with obscene lust and greed. She began to sob deeply, her lovely, pert breasts quivering with her labored breathing but he merely became more excited by her fear and his passion increased a hundred times.
She gasped and shook violently as she felt his huge, massive digits crawling back up her legs. The sweet, well-turned limbs trembled wildly as he roamed his fingers over them, gripping and squeezing her warm, pliant flesh with a cruel and uncaring desire. She shook and rocked on the table as she felt him rip the tattered remains of her dress out from underneath her. Her spongy, bare bottom felt the cool, smooth sensation of the leather that covered the table against her warm flesh.
She could hear his excited breathing growing more and more fierce as he ran his fingers over her soft, damp inner things, tracing a lazy path along the rim of her quivering cunt lips. She sighed loudly as he rolled the tip of one finger over the wet, throbbing petals, pressing down on them greedily, thrilling to the wet, warm fluid that covered them, seeping from her aching cave.
"Stop, stop," she moaned, trying to draw her pussy away from his seeking hand. "No more, please, no more! Oh, God, please stop! Please, please, stop!"
He paid no attention to her, continuing to slither the huge spear around the rim of her throbbing entrance. Her hot, moist tunnel was quaking uncontrollably and she knew that her horror and defilement had just began. Slowly he slid his thumb and forefinger around her twitching, erect clit. The sweet button trembled wildly in anticipation as he took it between the two huge spears and pinched it lovingly. She groaned as a spasm of pleasure and pain raced through her loins. She felt the gnawing ecstasy driving through her and she could not believe that this monster was making her feel good.
He rolled the tender nugget back and forth in his grip and rode his other fingers over her throbbing, swollen cunt muscles. She groaned and bucked her soft, spongy behind up and down on the table, making him grow even more excited and hungry for her soft, teenage flesh.
She felt his eager mouth run down over her chin, licking and kissing her soft, smooth neck with a greedy desire. She sobbed uncontrollably as she felt the chewing teeth closing around her elegant flesh, the lips kissing her greedily. She sighed as he worked his way toward her shivering breasts, his teeth tugging on her spongy flesh cruelly.
He flicked out his tongue as she thrashed about the narrow table, her arms and legs twitching spasmodically, and lathered the sweet cleft between the darling globes. Her body shook with fear and horror as she felt him ride his rough spear up and down along the narrow space, kissing and licking either boob with a frenzy of passion.
He rose up above her and lowered his mouth to one, perfect sphere. His teeth locked onto her throbbing nipple and she screamed in terror as she felt them locking down and his tongue slashing back and forth over the precious nugget. She bucked her chest into his mouth and he laughed, sucking the rest of her soft, plaint mound beyond his clutching lips. She cried out in delight and pain as he chewed hungrily on her creamy flesh and lathered her nipple with his harsh, thick arrow.
His hands were all over her now, tugging and kneading her helpless body with a lusty abandon. He did not care how she felt as long as he could get his fingers around some soft, warm flesh. He rode his one hand underneath her smooth, strong back and gripped the soft, spongy cheeks of her ass in his huge, greedy paw. She sobbed as she felt him squeezing the luscious half moons lovingly, thrilling to the way her small, perfect buns quivered and shook under his insistent attack.
She did not know if she could stand much more of his horrible treatment. She ached to be freed and moaned wildly as he continued to knead and massage her darling buttocks, slithering a finger between them and riding it up and down passionately over her taut, unyielding anal dot.
"I'll do anything, anything," she groaned, trying to squirm her darling ass away from his determined fingers. "Just let me go! Oh, God, let me go!"
"Nice girl, pretty girl," he murmured over and over. "I like pretty girl! I like pretty girl a lot!"
It was obvious that he was insane and even if he had heard her pleading he did not really understand. All that he was interested in was the boiling lust that was racing through his loins. From the corner of her eye she could see his pants stretched tight over his crotch and the huge, bigger than anything she could imagine, bulge that throbbed visibly behind them. She groaned in terror at the thought of it and turned her head away, shutting her eyes tight against the assault that was continuing on her tortured flesh.
Eagerly he ran his mouth over her hard, flat stomach and caressed her taut flesh with his rough tongue. She moaned and sobbed and thrashed under his insistent journey. She groaned as she felt him cruelly part her throbbing cunt lips and drive his thumb suddenly inside of her aching, wet pit.
She screamed loudly as the huge knob entered her and she shook involuntarily as the spear twisted and turned in her darling cave. The giant prong seemed to fill her up almost as much as a cock and she whimpered in terror and shame as she felt him bury the stiff shaft deep in her narrow canal.
His other hand was busily riding up and down along the length of her anal cleft, her soft, tender cheeks shivered with the attack of his hand and she felt her dark, damp anal dot straining against the invasion of a large, thick finger that was wiggling round and round the unyielding entrance, determined to find its way inside of her precious, moist ass.
She did not think she would be able to stand anymore of this when he pushed hard against her soft pit and she sobbed in pain as he drove the seeking finger into the hot, taut tunnel of her ass-hole. Desperately she relaxed her taut muscles so that he might have a chance to bury his finger in her bottom without hurting her.
He laughed in delight as he felt the sudden ease of pressure against his probing digit and he gleefully twisted and turned it around in the depths of her sweet, poor pit. His other hand was cupped over her hot mound, his finger tips playing with her stiff, erect clit, rubbing the soft nugget back and forth while his thumb joined a rhythm of his driving finger and the two offensive prongs carried on with their ravaging of her twin caves of pleasure.
His mouth was nibbling its way toward her quaking pussy and she cried in despair and shame as the warm, thrilling spasms of love rippled through her loins. She would have given anything right then to be free but there was no escape from the hungry giant and she could do nothing but experience every sensation he was giving her with his mouth and hands.
"You take cock," he growled, pulling his thumb from her aching, battered pussy. "You take cock right now!"
Her eyes flew wide with fear as she watched him pull down his zipper and pull the biggest, longest prick she had ever seen from the depths of his pants. The huge shaft smashed against her darling cheek with a powerful force and she shook her head, screaming in protest.
"No, no, not that, I won't," she cried, shouting out loud. "I won't, I won't, I won't do it!"
He reached up and grabbed her mouth, forcing her lips apart. "You take or I kill you," he shouted.
Sobbing she nodded and pursed her lips. The thick, huge member was pounding wildly with the steaming, fiery blood that was racing through it and she knew she had no other choice but to do as he said. Slowly she kissed the massive, engorged spear, tasting the sour, unwashed sweat of his passion. She gulped and swallowed the bile that rose in her throat and ran her precious, pink lips up and down along the hard, throbbing meat.
He bucked violently, mashing the huge prong against her face and she nibbled passionately on the shaft, hearing him gasp and groan in delight as her perfect, even teeth nipped their way along his white hot shaft.
Slowly she worked her way along down toward his thick, hairy balls. She rolled her tongue over his taut sack and nibble hungrily on the steaming bag. She could feel the boiling lust churning inside of them and she hoped desperately that he would not be able to control himself and would come the moment she began to suck on the fat sack.
He bellowed loudly as she opened her mouth as wide as possible and sucked the huge container between her succulent lips. She clamped her teeth down hard on the pounding bag and slashed violently with her tongue at his big, hard balls. She tossed the huge nuts back and forth against her cheeks and could feel the steaming lust burning in his bag, threatening to explode at any moment.
His mouth slithered urgently over her trembling clit and he caught the moist nugget between them. He sucked powerfully on her delicious button and drank the creamy, thick juice of her passion willingly as it poured from her fevered womb.
She gasped as the power of his eating overwhelmed her and her pussy felt on fire with pain and delight. A sweet, burning agony was racing through her loins and she wanted nothing more than to have an orgasm, make him have his and get this horrible moment over with.
Slowly his mouth rode down over her pussy and his teeth began to nibble at her trembling, swollen pussy lips. She groaned as she felt him jam his tongue between the fluttering petals, twisting and turning it around and around in her darling, narrow cave. His finger slammed in and out of her tender, hot behind and he was following the motion of the pumping finger with his licking tongue as he drove the stinging dart in and out of her luscious cave.
She quaked and bucked and prayed for relief, sucking hard on his balls, chewing viciously on his throbbing flesh, trying everything she knew how to bring him to a swift and final orgasm.
"The cock, the cock," he groaned, his voice thick with passion as he paused in his eating to tell her what to do. "I want you to suck my cock right now! Right now!"
Quickly she ran her mouth up along his huge shaft. She felt the incredible force of his pounding blood thundering along his rod and she knew that when he came it would be in her mouth and she had better be prepared if she didn't want to choke. She made an oval with her darling lips and made her mouth go wide. She moaned as he thrust his groin at her face and quickly she sucked the tip of his massive head between her pliant folds of flesh.
He grunted happily as her soft, moist petals of passion curled over the rim of his helmet. He sighed in satisfaction as she sucked hard on the engorged head of his cock, licking and slashing at the purple tip with her darling tongue. She lathered his wide piss slit passionately and he growled in a low, threatening tone that would have scared her if she didn't know she was bringing it out of him.
Slowly she sucked a bit more of his prick into her mouth. She nibbled and dragged her teeth over his flesh, blowing hard and sucking hungrily, knowing that she would never be able to fit it into her throat, but hoping that just sucking him off would be enough.
He bent back to work on her aching, throbbing pussy and slammed his tongue inside of her once more. She bucked and shuddered involuntarily as she harsh, seeking arrow drove deep into her womb and now his finger was spreading her sweet ass as wide apart as it could go.
The twin tools of pleasure and pain rode in and out of her in an ever increasing frenzy. She gasped as she felt him sucking hard on her cunt, slamming his tongue in and out of her wildly, licking and lathering the entire area of her damp, hot cave. He nipped and ate at her pliant, swollen cunt petals with a frenzy of lust and greed and her poor, battered pussy felt as if it were going to be tore apart by his greed, insensitive teeth.
"Oh, God, oh, God," she groaned, opening and closing her tiny fists, thrashing about beneath his chewing mouth. "Oh, I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
He slammed his prick into her mouth once more and she gulped frantically, trying to stop it from going any further. She sucked and gripped the plunging spear, rocking her head back and forth, pumping her precious lips up and down on the massive meat, using everything in her power to draw him to the edge of his aching release.
Her own sweet, burning cave was boiling now, coming nearer and nearer to a massive orgasm that she did not want but could not prevent. She moaned and rocked from side to side under his determined sucking and chewing and the aching way he drove his finger along her taut, stretched anal tunnel make her quake and rock with an intense and aching need.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," she groaned, feeling her pussy reach the boiling point of desire. "Damn you, you bastard, I'm going to come!"
She mashed her darling cave against his greedy mouth and a suddenly, overpowering eruption tore through her loins and lathered her inner walls. She screamed in delight and shame as the quaking power raced through her and the unwanted loveliness sent a steaming river of come into his sucking mouth.
She rocked and jerked as the waves of luscious delight rippled through her loins, each spasm more powerful and intense than the last. Her cunt was exploding with a powerful delight and she bored down on his prick, now, sucking hard, trying to bring him to the moment of ecstasy she knew he desired.
Suddenly he pulled his mouth from her overflowing womb and smiled down at her with a wicked grin. "You suck nice," he laughed. "But I like ass-holes best!"
She screamed in terror as he quickly untied two of her bonds and rolled her over on her belly. She was crying out in fear and horror as he quickly retied the ropes around her wrist and ankle and she was now trapped face down on the cold table, her soft, spongy bottom naked and helpless before him.
"No, no, no," she moaned, thrashing from side to side. "You're too big, you monster! You're too big for me!"
He acted as if he didn't hear her at all. He reached down and spread the cheeks of her luscious behind wide apart. She groaned and tensed her bottom, trembling uncontrollably as she felt his hand riding up and down along her damp, hot cleft, spreading the sweet dot of her ass as far apart as possible.
She felt him climb up on the table and bend over her and she shook as his hot, fevered breath caressed her naked shoulder. Slowly he pressed the tip of his prick against her tight, tiny anal entrance and she screamed in fear and mounting pain as she felt him wiggling back and forth, straining with the effort, driving the huge, thick head of his prick beyond her quivering opening. She gasped and tried to draw her luscious bottom away from his probing shaft. He laughed wickedly and she could feel his hot, boiling lust throbbing through his rod as he pushed forward, forcing more and more of his hard meat into her tight, aching pit.
She bucked and thrashed, screaming as the pain tore through her again and again. Rocking and twisting he slowly jammed his prick deeper and deeper into her hot, agonized tunnel. She could hardly breathe it felt so bad and she groaned loudly as she felt him grip her cheeks tightly and screw his prick to the depths of her burning canal.
Finally his prick was buried in her sweet bottom and she was sobbing wildly as' he drew back halfway then slammed it into her again. She cried out and jerked about beneath him as the spasms of pain tore through her battered ass. He groaned in intense pleasure and began to ride his huge, tearing meat in and out of her narrow, damaged ass. Harder and harder he drove the rod along her taut tunnel, each stroke he took seemed to make his prick grow bigger and bigger and she could no longer think of anything but the horror of his assault.
He swayed from side to side, gasping and moaning in delight, slamming his manhood faster and faster into the delicate chamber. She sobbed loudly and shivered as she felt his aching, powerful orgasm coming nearer and nearer to its explosive release.
He rammed the hard, huge prick into her ass-hole over and over, stretching the taut, filmy walls wider and wider. Her poor ass felt as if it were being torn apart by his passionate frenzy and she could hear him grunting and sucking air into his mouth as his greedy, uncaring lust reached its moment of bursting.
He cried out in pleasure and a thick, burning stream of come shot from his prick and lashed at her aching inner walls. He slammed into her again and the creamy fluid continued to splash against her tortured behind, filling her taut tunnel with its wicked lust. Harder and harder he rammed into her, screaming and moaning his aching pleasure.
"I'm coming in your ass," he cried happily, slamming his cock into her ass once more. "I'm coming, coming in your ass-hole!"
He ground his prick down deep into her delicate, battered ass and let the final traces of his tremendous orgasm slash and burn her taut, aching inner walls, moaning and gasping in delight until finally he pulled his huge, pounding member from her soft bottom and rolled off of the table to the floor.
She cried softly, sobbing into the cold, harsh leather that pressed against her face. She felt her mind swimming in a dark pool of hurt and despair and the awful attack she had just endured finally became too much for her and she blessedly sank into deep unconsciousness.