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]]> http://anonib.com/wwyd/res/4415.html#7117 >>7076. I litterally just came too hard to be able to articulate how amazing that was. I'll post back tomorrow.

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She longs for him to spurt his load inside, just so that this ordeal can be over. As if in answer to her prayers, the cock is withdrawn; a sloppy, squelchy fart gurgles from Leslie’s fucked-raw colon. The girl tries to bury her face in the sheets, shamed and hurt...

The duct tape is ripped from her mouth; it’s painful, but a relief as well. Leslie gasps in a single, precious breath – before something hot and thick is rammed in, cutting off her air again. The head of the strangers cock touches the back of her throat. She heaves, and warm drool leaks from the corners of her stretched open lips. Leslie can taste herself; the salty, sweetish sweat of her badly abused little bottom, the taste of her own dirt... unable to prevent it, she drools a little, and her warm saliva trickles over his ball-sack. Wiry hair tickles her nose, and the smell of male lust fills her oxygen starved lungs.

“Like the taste, you little slut?” he whispers. “Get used to it – tasting your own arse is something you’re going to become *very* familiar with...”

She can’t answer even if she wanted to; with her head spitted on his cock and her back painfully arched, all she can do is sniffle and gag while hot tears dampen her pale and freckled cheeks. The stranger runs his fingers almost tenderly through her hair, lacing his fingers amongst the feathery chestnut tresses... then, with cruel deliberation, he grips fistfuls of her hair and, with an agonizing slowness, starts to fuck her mouth... The flow of saliva makes it easier, allowing the veined and slickened pole to treat Leslie’s mouth like a paid whore’s pussy. The only signs of the girl’s unwillingness are the tear-choked little sobs that slip out when the intruding cock gives her a moment to catch her breath – before it surges back in, the shaft curving to meet the back of her throat, the big, swollen purple glans jabbing almost unbearably. Keeping one hand tight to the back of her head, he runs his hand down her milky white back, enjoying the velvet feel of her skin, slick with sweat... hands slip around to cup her small breasts, feeling them jiggle as the poor girls body is further mistreated... squeezing them cruelly; twisting the sensitive nipples between finger and thumb, feeling Leslies throat tighten beautifully around the head of his cock as she tries to cry out...

Leslie, through the buzzing in her ears, hears the strangers grunt of satisfaction. Feels the shaft throbbing, the slitted end of the glans gaping; warm and gooey fluid pulsing out. The salt-taste of sperm on her tongue. Flooding her mouth, before overflowing and soaking her chin. He keeps his cock in her mouth ‘til his orgasm has passed, his body shuddering, forcing her to swallow down every last drop while his hands grip like a vice around her head.

Finally she is released, and collapses, coughing, onto her soiled sheets; her eyes watering, nose running, and a watery thread of sperm hanging from her lower lip. She retches silently, her naked back arched as she tries to throw up the warm and slimy white fluid from her belly. It hurts like hell coming back up her sore, spasming throat, but she just wants his filth out of her body. She lies there, bound, tears blurring her vision. He looms over her, enjoying the view.

She looks up at him. Her lower lip trembling, her eyes big and moist; this is the look that always got a little girl just what she wanted from her parents, the look that entices boys to spend money on her in the hope that she’d put out for them... not this time. To her rapist, she’s little more than a pretty doll to be fucked and abused. His arm swings out, palm flat, to deliver a hard slap to her face. A thread of blood turns her lips the colour of ripe cherries. An oddly gentle kiss, the taste of copper and cum in both their mouths, then he climbs on top of her again, pushing her legs apart easily. She isn’t resisting anymore. What’s the point? He’s going to fuck her just how he likes anyway...

The pressure on her throat grows with each thrust into her hole. She can’t breathe, but with her arms tied, pinned down as she is, what is there to do? Her dark hair shrouds her damp face, and her pink lips form a perfect O as the stranger forces her head back further and further. Every powerful jab into her pussy is like a hammer blow to the base of her spine. Unnoticed by her rapist, Leslie’s long, model-perfect legs start to twitch, her toes curling in; she kicks out weakly, darkness creeping behind her eyes. Her bladder lets go, a spurt of hot piss gushing down her leg. He’s whispering into her ear, his breathing ragged, calling her a bitch, a whore, a fucking little slut, a nasty, dirty cunt who deserves all the punishment she’s getting... As his body convulses against hers , his balls pumping out load after load of creamy cum into her womb, she realises that this brutal stranger will not be leaving her room empty handed tonight... He’s found himself a personal fucktoy, a pretty little girl called Leslie, who now has a new daddy... one who wants to fuck her sweet holes ‘til she screams for release...

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He looked down at the sleeping girls form, and he grasped his stiffening cock. Starting to pump his fist rapidly, he drank in her beauty; that slim dancers body, pale beneath the light-blue night-gown... her dark lashed eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted, her hair spread out in glossy waves across a white pillow... her perfect nipples showing as candy pink smudges through the gauzy material... his hungry eyes travelling down her flat belly, coming to rest on the dark triangle of hair between her thighs. His fist moves faster and his breathing has deepened. A pearly drop of pre-cum blossoms at the glistening purple head of his cock. He reaches down to the sleeping angel...

Leslie is brought to consciousness by the hand that slaps a strip of silver-grey duct tape across her mouth. A second movement rips the gown from her body and leaves her naked on the bed. Trying to rip the tape from her sealed lips, her wrists are caught, the stranger twisting them painfully behind her back. Duct tape is wrapped around them, binding her hands together, leaving the frightened girl helpless. Leslie knows what’s about to happen, and the thought of the humiliation chills her blood far more than the threat of pain. She’s a sweetly spoken, demure girl – the thought of rape is disgusting, horrifying, to her... nevertheless, it’s inevitable...

Then it gets worse. Instead of the expected penetration, the stranger spreads her rounded cheeks... she feels a shock of warm air on her exposed rosebud... then a thick, unlubricated cock is being pushed up her virginal bottom! All the *fucking* way, the man grunting with beastly lust as he violates her plump arse. Tears come to her eyes at the stabbing pain, and she tries to writhe away... but to no avail.

Leslie’s eyes are squeezed shut, her bound hands balled into fists. The initial sharp pain of the anal penetration has subsided, replaced by a dull, bludgeoning ache; her bottom being stretched wide by the thick, rigid spear of flesh. Leslie has seen her share of hardcore pornography, even fantasized about being one of those beautiful, slutty dolls whose job it was to be degraded on film... but never like this, never anything like this... she can imagine how it looks, that puckered pink hole widened beyond belief, the soft white flesh of her bottom cheeks finger marked with bruises, being held wide apart... the downy little strip of flesh between vagina and anus looking as if it’s about to tear beneath the harsh thrusts.

Irrationally, all Leslie can think about is her refusal to submit to her boyfriends requests for her to “take it up the bum”; she’d been so disgusted that she’d refused to speak to him for a week. Now though... she should have submitted, like a good girlfriend... anything but this, anything but this filthy, animalistic fucking...

“Oh fuck.... oh Leslie... you feel that?” He plunges into her, balls deep, pressing her down so that the soft, snowy curve of her belly presses into the damp sheets. She feels his cock, deep up inside, gutting her. “You’re wide open now, a proper little broken-in whore...” Squelchy farts are being forced out of her as he reams her sweat-moist bottom. Straddling her prone body, his bare legs on either side of her hips, he circles his hands around her slender throat and squeezes... squeezes, as he powers into her harder and harder. The bedsprings squeak rhythmically as the stranger leans forward to whisper in her ear; “What would Mommy and Daddy think, huh? About their little princess getting the shit fucked out of her, just down the hall?” Laughing softly, he shoves into her as far as physically possible, making her take it all. Leslie’s breathing is shallow and fast; she feels nothing but the length and girth of her rapists cock. It’s like a steel piston, thudding over and over into her colon, and she wants her mommy to save her, oh so badly! But mixed with the longing is the thought of how ashamed they’d be, seeing their baby girl sullied, dirtied and used... spitted on this man’s cock like a butterfly on a pin...

*TBC*

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