Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 26

Her anus had always been an erogenous zone for her, but one that made her extremely uncomfortable. She considered it a dirty, obscene place, and whenever something inadvertently stimulated it, her shame rose up and overshadowed the pleasure. Never had she touched it in a sexual way herself, nor had she ever allowed her boyfriends to do so. Yet now she had no choice. The hot, thick penis was deep between her bottom-cheeks, stroking back and forth against the little puckered mouth, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. Her face burned with embarrassment and shame, but there was no denying the pleasure produced by the gentle friction.

The Whisperer continued his unhurried rocking, the movement lubricated now by the slick juices of her arousal. His fngers tweaked and twiddled her excited nipples roughly, and as her passion rose, it became more and more pleasurable. Soon she was gasping and moaning in spite of herself. Her desire grew hotter than her shame, and before she knew it she was arching her bottom high, craving more of the obscene friction against her virgin bottom-hole. Her self-proclaimed Master gave it to her, stoking her inner furnace slowly and steadily until she started to tremble with need beneath him.

Finally he sat up. Tossing his hat and gloves aside, he reached into his shirt and pulled forth a small tube of lubricant. With a big dollop of the clear goo on his index fnger, he slipped his hand between Jessica’s pale bottom-cheeks and smeared the stuff right on the excited little rear orifce. Jessica yelped and tensed, her shame returning as he devoted his full attention to that forbidden place.

“Please don’t do that,” she whimpered, but he continued anyway.

With another dollop of lube, his thick fnger pressed its way right through the tightly-puckered opening, slipping up inside her virgin ass. She squealed at the obscene violation, appalled that he could do such a thing to her. Her face burning, she tried desperately to wriggle free, or at least dislodge the intruder from her rectum, but to no avail. The thick fnger twirled around inside her, spreading the lubricant on her hot, moist inner surfaces without a care for her acute humiliation. Despite the slightly painful pressure of the intrusion, it was overwhelmingly pleasurable, and Jessica couldn’t help moaning. When he introduced two fngers to the little hole, she moaned even louder. Even the pain of accommodating the extra fnger was exciting to her, but the fact that she was deriving such pleasure from such a debased and obscene act fooded her mind with guilt and shame.

“Stop, please! You mustn’t do that!” she cried, but there was little conviction in her voice.

The fngers were slipping and sliding freely in and out of the newly-opened orifce now, and at some point the two fngers became three. Hot, futtery ecstasy radiated from her violated bottom-hole as her captor’s fngers stretched and tickled her inner recesses. She was utterly astounded that such a vile, unnatural violation of her body could feel so good!

“No, please, stop,” she wailed, even as her bottom arched upward, seeking more. “Noooooooooo..”

When the Whisperer pressed the immense head of his cock against the tiny opening, the move took Jessica completely by surprise. Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined that her anus could accommodate a man’s penis. She had heard references to such things, but because of her attitude concerning that part of her body she had never considered that it could ever happen to her. It was something only the most degraded perverts did, and certainly it never happened to nice, normal girls like her. It was bestial, unthinkable, impossible!

“NOOOO!” she screamed, struggling frantically to escape the unnatural penetration.

There was no escape. The Whisperer placed a hand on the small of her back and pinned her in place, and once again the blunt cock-head pushed against the stretched and lubricated ring of her virgin anus. The pressure increased, becoming painful, and then, abruptly, the tight little hole gave way, stretching wide and allowing the bulbous helmet to slip inside.

Jessica’s entire body stiffened, her torso arching upward as an intense, sharp pain lanced through her. Her eyes and mouth were open as wide as they could be, but all that escaped her throat was a high-pitched keening sound. A series of shudders passed through her, then fnally she collapsed back into the dusty nest of fabric, panting shallowly. Through it all, the giant feshy knob had remained lodged inside her, not advancing yet, but not withdrawing, either. Gradually the stretched ring of muscle stopped spasming and accepted the violation. The pain subsided, leaving Jessica gasping. Now the Whisperer began easing the rest of his long cock up into the helpless girl’s ass. Inch after fat, throbbing inch forced its way into her, and she was overwhelmed with the sensation. She was still having trouble getting her mind around the fact that she was actually taking a man’s cock inside her asshole. It was an unspeakable act, a violation that she had never even allowed herself to think about before, and it was suddenly happening to her! She could feel the invader thrusting slowly deeper and deeper into her, flling her impossibly full, building such intense pressure inside her bowels that she felt like she was about to explode. There was a point at which she felt like the gigantic cock had flled her completely, and she couldn’t possibly take another inch without bursting. She gasped and struggled feebly, but in went another inch, then another inch after that, and still she didn’t burst.

A strange gurgling sound issued from her throat, and it sounded bestial and unnatural, but she couldn’t seem to control it. Another inch, and another, and it felt like the cock was forcing the breath from her lungs. Finally she felt his hard hips settle against her smooth bottom, and she knew she had taken the entire length of him inside her rear passage. She could hardly believe it was happening! She could barely breathe, and the pressure inside her was overwhelming, yet there was a strange, giddy excitement rising in her as well. For a long moment there was no movement, no sound but her shallow panting. The cock throbbed inside her, and she could feel every tiny vibration. Then the heavy body above her tensed and shifted, and the long, fat penis began sliding back out of her. A quaking shudder shook her body, and she let out a high-pitched, quavering wail. The huge shaft withdrew until only the head remained inside her, then it thrust forward again, plunging into the depths of her once more, driving the breath from her lungs. Again it slid outward, then back in, a little harder and faster this time.

The sensation was all-consuming. Jessica was only vaguely aware of the primal warbling wails and urgent whimpers that issued from her mouth, or the tears that trickled down her cheeks. Her entire attention was focused on the massive cock thrusting slowly in and out of her stretched bowels.

The Whisperer deliberately held his pace in check. His instinct was to savage the girl with his cock and make her scream, but this girl, he felt, was special, and he needed to coddle her at frst. Another time he could give his instincts free reign with her, and she would be ready to take it, but not yet. He didn’t want to ruin her! No, for now he would be gentle with her. He would fuck her long and slow, and allow her time to come to grips with the darkness…

The huge cock thrust slowly into the deepest recesses of Jessica’s rectum, then receded to the very mouth of her anus, then plunged back in again, over and over. Each thrust was a trial, an agonizing violation that was nearly more than she could endure. Yet at the same time the sensation was strangely, disturbingly, deeply satisfying, as though it were fulflling a deep-seated need she had never been aware of. But her emotions were running riot within her, seemingly triggered by the forbidden penetration.

There was panic, that made her gasp and struggle feebly beneath her rapist. The unthinkable was happening! She was being forcibly sodomized by a masked madman in a locked, forgotten back room, and no one could save her! It was a horrible, unnatural rape, and she… she… God help her, she hoped it would never end!

There was also desire, but as unexpected ripples of pleasure coursed through her, shame and guilt rose up, flling her mind and looming accusingly over her, driving away the warmth of her arousal.

And there was an answer to the shame and guilt, for she was utterly helpless! She was naked and bound tightly, pinned beneath a huge, powerful lunatic! It wasn’t her fault his giant organ was causing tremors of pleasure deep inside her! She’d already cried and begged and struggled, and there was nothing else she could do!

Again and again she banished the demons of guilt and shame, but each time the pleasure began to build, they returned. Her arousal increased in sudden surges, was driven back by the demons, then surged up again, creating chaos within her.

Gradually, her passion was winning. Guilt and shame were becoming weak, nagging, accusing voices, slowly receding into the background, drowned out by the roar of her rising libido. Quavering moans of pleasure began to replace the agonized sobs and whimpers as her passion turned the pain of the violation into pleasure. The process accelerated, her moans becoming louder, and then, before she even knew it was near, the rush of orgasm swept over her.