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Re: Slave for Fucking -- Dan, 21:18:33 11/18/05 Fri
He shivered at her reaction, finding himself even more turned on by the fear he could see when she sobbed and screamed. And yet, so defiant. A little bit of spirit was good in a slave. But he couldn't let it go unpunished. Swiftly, he leaned forward over her and let his hand trail to where her nipples were pressed into the mattress. He gripped one and twisted it quickly. "I think you need to learn some manners, bitch," He said mildly.
"That was a light punishment, a warning," He continued, now squeezing her breast roughly. The spike would have to wait. The girl was too open and waiting for him, and his broader frame practically covered hers already. He would take her first. Then he would break her. He went back into position, and dropped the spike to one side.
He moved his cock, huge and throbbing, to the entrance of her pussy and pressed it there for a moment, savoring the moment. Then slowly, as slowly as he could manage, he slid in, letting her feel every inch of him. When he reached the expected barrier he smirked and withdrew, almost laughing as he told her, "You can scream all you want, now and later. No one will ever come, because no one cares." He reached forward and brushed his hand through her hair, first softly and then at the end pulling roughly and twisting to one side. "And I'll definitely enjoy the screams."
Suddenly his hands were at her hips, now holding her in a bruising grip. He plunged back into her, as hard and fast as possible, chuckling triumphantly when he felt he was buried to the hilt, the barrier gone. He gave her no time to recover and began to move roughly inside her tight walls, uncaring that her previously virgin entrance had no time to adjust.
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Re: Slave for Fucking -- Kestrel, 22:44:40 11/18/05 Fri
Kestrel arched ehr back in a snarl as he twisted her delicate, sensetive nipple. As he roughly groped her chest, she tried to bury herself deeper into the bed, to avoid his hands, his eyes, his dick.
He pressed his enlarged member to her virgin opening, and she fought to free ehr hands, her legs. Anything. He pushed into her, and te forigen feeling caused her to gasp, then whine as her skin stretch. Suddenly, he halted, and she realized with fear that he had halted at her barrier, the final resistance she had.
His hand through her hair was almost - almost - soothing at first, but it gren roguh and wrenching, making her cry out. His words frightened her, but the spark of defiance told her not to scream, not to give him the satisfaction.
She jumped when his hands found her hips again, bruising her with his vice-like grip. He seemed to enjoy things rough, and her shivering increased. She'd never even seen a fully erected cock, let alone had one poised to tear into her flesh.
As he pluged forth, all bravery was abandoned at the pain that flew through her. Kestrel screamed as her barrier fell to the onslaught, and her skin stretched. He pumped hard, not giving her a moment to adjust. Her skin split, blood flowing from her pussy to the bed and onto his cock. She continued screaming and writhing beneath him, only increasing the pain as her hips ground against his member.
"You're going to kill me!" she sobbed, screamed, still trying to get free. Her breath tore in her throat, and pain raced through her veins.
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