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I untied her slender ankles from the dowsing rod and kicked it aside, sending it clattering over the flagstones. Her wrists were next, delicate skin rubbed raw by struggling against the twine bindings. Thus freed, she cowered knock-kneed before me, shivering like a leaf, slender arms clutched over her bruised breasts. The blindfold came off last, but she just stared at the floor, blinking blearily in the light. I snapped my fingers impatiently, and when she finally stole a terrified glance at me from the corner of her eyes, I pointed at the king-sized bed in the far corner of the room.
She just cowered a little more and began sobbing again, the deep, strong kind that start deep in the diaphragm and leave your sides aching after. She didn't argue, or beg - she knew there was no point. She simply couldn't bring herself to take a single step towards her next rape.
I seized a handful of her fluffy thick hair and landed an open-handed slap on her ass. She squealed like a stuck pig and arched forward, hands flying back to cover her rear. I just reached around and landed the next one on her tit. That elicited a shrill scream of agony that emptied her lungs, the blow smarting long after it fell. She pressed one arm across her nipples and tried to cover her ass with one tiny hand, palm over her crack and fingers spread wide. It was adorable. I laughed at her for a moment and then slapped her ass again, alternating cheeks as I went. She did the cutest little dance, swaying her hips around in a futile, desperate effort to dodge her punishment. Her firm little fanny jiggled deliciously with each solid satisfying THWAP THWAP THWAP of my palm striking her flesh. I ceased after a minute or so and gave her head a violent shake to make my point, then shoved her forward, releasing her hair. Keening in terror, she stumbled towards the bed unsteadily. When she was within a few strides I seized her waist in both hands, plucked her off her dainty feet and hurled her onto the mattress. She tried to scramble across it to escape me, wheezing the quick staccato hee-hee-hee of pure panic, but I caught her ankle and dragged her back in, unable to resist giving her ass a few fresh blows. She huddled into a miserable little pile, face-down, like she was performing dogeza, her grey tail curled between her legs and pressed against her crotch; a futile gesture that failed to fully cover her labia, much less her crotch.
Looking at the red angry handprints rising on her tight ass, with her cute, delicate little feet just below I was struck with the sudden mad urge to take her right then; yank her head back by the hair, press a fist into the hollow of her back and bend her into shape as I savaged her tight little anus as hard as I could. But that was just a momentary surge of libido; it wasn't what I wanted. Leaning over to the cart of 'supplies' near the bed, I plucked off a bottle of sake; the good stuff. Pulled the cork with my teeth and slugged down half the bottle in a few hot, hard swallows, grunting as it seared down my throat and kindled that nice bright fire in my belly. A little alcohol always enhances the action.
Seizing her tail, I yanked her ass up a bit for a better angle and pressed the lip of the bottle against the tight little flower of her anus. Still sore from the long torture with her own dowsing rod, it stretched reluctantly under my forceful pressure till I could work the top edge in - and ram the whole thing in with one violent thrust.
“Hugkrh!” she exclaimed. I watched in amusement as her sphincter twitched and spasmed against the cold hard glass bottleneck, trying uselessly to expel it. The sharp agony stole her breath away, leaving only a “gnuuh! nuuuh! nuuuh!” moaning from her lips.
“Bottoms up, bitch,” I sniggered, and used the leverage of the bottle to hoist her little ass airborne.
“Gnhaaaaaa! Ooooooooh! Nooooooooo-ooooh-ooooh” she wailed and sobbed, but she obligingly raised her ass. I tickled her little feet as the sake seeped into her colon. Unhappy with the pace, I planted my thumb near her asshole and pulled to one side; trying to stretch her sphincter wide enough to let air in there. No dice - her colon was clinging to that bottleneck like a glove for the whole length. I swallowed hungrily as my boner stiffened to almost painful levels of lust - fucking her asshole was going to be divine.
The empty bottle withdrew from her ass with a sharp wet *pop!* Her spanked ass dropped against her heels again, a mere trickle of sake dripping out of her anus - I'd made sure it had time to fully soak into her gut before removing it. Youkai are tough, but she was a petite little thing and I'd just poured half a bottle of high-grade shit right into her system; a flush was already coloring her small shoulders and cheeks. I boarded the bed and knelt near the headboard, flipping her onto her back and spreading her thighs. She just stared at me with wide, limpid eyes, mouth half-open, breathing heavily as I slid her spanked ass up my thighs till my stiff cock was lying against her pussy lips. Her little hands fell upon mine where I was gripping the tops of her thighs, her grasp tremulous and weak.
“Why?” she asked, her voice shaking and frail. “W-wh-y m-mmm-me?”
I leaned over her hungrily. She cringed into the mattress, planting her hands on my shoulders and trying to push me away weakly. My mouth found her nipple and sucked it greedily, pulling her breast upward through sheer suction till it parted with an obscene pop. She cried helplessly as I worked my way up, nipping her shoulder, licking the salty trace of her tears from her cheek on my way to her head. I nipped and nibbled her soft, fuzzy ear a few times, then whispered -
“Because I want to – and you're too weak to stop me.”
I slid my hands up over her hips and gripped her waist firmly, thumbs pressing into her soft belly. Her cunt slid up my penis till the head sprang forward, hovering under her tailbone. I brought her closer and pressed my head against her sore, abused anus.
“Nuh! No! Nuhhhoooo!” she cried, her tiny little hands pressing against my chest uselessly. “Too bhig! Tooo biiiig! STHOP!”
I pulled her against me, groaning as my tip started to stretch her open. Her anus squeezed and flexed iron-tight against me as I stretched her open with the blunt head of my cock. I was too big for her – but my biceps were stronger than her sphincter, and it was admitting me, millimeter by millimeter. I kissed her cheek, noting the flushed warmth of her skin – the sake was taking its toll on her slender frame. Her resistance was slipping by the second as I slid in slowly, inch-by-inch. The alcohol had left her ass slick and hot; like the intense wet heat of a sauna. Her heart was hammering like a drum; easily felt against my chest. She was panting weakly by now, her slender frame limp – all she could do now was endure the alien ache of my huge, hot cock filling her asshole.
When my groin was finally pressing against her ass, I gave the hollow of her throat one last wet kiss and straightened up, sliding my hands over her hips to grip her narrow waist firmly. She was staring off to one side, small arms wrapped over her chest modestly.
“Are you ready, slut?” I asked conversationally.
That got her attention. She shook her head, sweaty gray hair flying prettily. “D-don't,” she wheezed. “Yuh'll kill me! It'll khill me!”
I laughed at her cruelly, feasting my eyes on her tiny despoiled body. “I'm not going to take it easy just because you're an amateur.”
Fresh tears welled in her eyes as she recognized her own smack-talk from the day before. “I'm sowwy,” she sobbed miserably. “Ahm sowwwyyy! Fuhghive meeee-hee-heeee! Fughiv meeeeeee-he-he-he-hic-hic-hic-”
I slid out of her slowly, groaning with ecstasy as her slick, hot anus clenched defensively, eager to force me out. She wailed disconsolately as I slowly stroked my cock with her ass, beating her tiny fists on my arms and wrists as she writhed helplessly in my grasp, keening in pain with each thrust. Satisfied that she was sufficiently lubed, I seized her wrists and pinned them to the mattress above her head, thighs pressing against hers till her heels were dangling in the air, just as I'd taken her that first time in the field.
She remembered. “Please,” she begged through her sobs, voice thick from the sake in her system. “It hurth. It hurts! IT HURTS!” she wailed.
“Why should I give a fuck?” I asked, and swung myself back, ready to ram her asshole with everything I had.
“AH'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!” she squealed. “PLEASE! ANYTHING!”
I paused, staring into her red eyes, brimming with tears.
“Anything?” I said, letting the word ooze out of my mouth.
She squeezed her eyes shut, mouth twisting in misery as she fought the admission. But with my cock splitting her asshole with agony, she didn't really have a choice. “A-annythaang!” she stammered out between sobs. “Aaanything! Pleease!”
I sank back on my haunches again, pulling her upright with me by the shoulders, then swung my legs out straight before me. Reclining against the headboard, I ran my hungry gaze up and down the mouse's battered body as she straddled my lap, still riding my cock. She stared blankly into space, arms crossed over her bruised breasts.
I seized her dainty chin with one hand and pulled her into a kiss. She squeezed her eyes shut and shivered with revulsion, but didn't try to resist – she'd learned her lesson. She still wasn't opening her mouth voluntarily, though, and she ought to know better. I gripped her slender neck in both hands and pressed my thumbs against the small, smooth hollow of her throat with just enough pressure to make things interesting. Her eyes popped wide open as she gripped my wrists desperately with tiny hands unable to even encircle them. I stared right into her red eyes as her mouth parted, little tongue fluttering in panic – and then I kissed her again. Tilting my head slightly, I pressed my tongue onto hers, smothering those little flutters. She shivered despite herself as I traced along her pert little lips, then back over her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. Her thundering pulse and strangled gasps could be felt beneath my hands; her hot vitality, her very life squirming helplessly beneath my thumbs. I lost track of time as I violated her mouth, sucking and stroking to my hearts content, making her shiver and twitch on my cock. I broke contact at last, nibbling her lower lip before pushing her away, a streamer of drool linking our lips. She gasped deeply when I released her throat, little tits heaving nicely as she made up for lost air; eyes half-mast and cheeks flushed.
“You like that, cunt?” I asked conversationally, cupping her cheeks in my hands as I rolled her face this way and that curiously. Her blank eyes seemed to stare right through me. With a slap I knocked her arms away from her chest and groped one small tit, rotating her nipple in slow circles with my thumb. She closed her eyes and shivered helplessly as I ran my other hand down her side, savoring the graceful taper of her waist before tracing my fingertips across her delicate collarbone and over her bruised throat. She wept silent tears of shame as I explored her body, every inch of it spread out for me to see.
“Put your hands behind your head,” I ordered, “and lock your fingers together.”
She obeyed, her mouth twisting on the verge of sobbing as she felt the motion hoist her perky little tits higher, presenting herself for me. Her firm breasts were supple and satisfying in my hands, nipples already stiff. I pinched them roughly and tugged upwards.
She shrieked, rising involuntarily to lessen the tension on nipples already sore from yesterday's playtime. I kept tugging and she kept rising, pulling herself up off my cock. Her ass sucked on my shaft, resisting the withdrawal so tightly that she screamed, “STOP STOP STOP,” afraid my cock might turn her inside-out. Gritting my teeth against the incredible sensation, I released her three-quarters of the way up and oh damn! I hissed as she sank onto my cock slowly, the resistance of her little asshole enough to slow the descent of her light frame to a crawl. It was agonizingly wonderful, and I gave myself a few seconds to recover my wits before pinching her nipples again.
“NO NO NONONONONO-” she screamed, but I just tugged her up again. This time she just hovered up there, obviously wanting to pull herself off completely, but knowing I'd beat her senseless if she did. Her indecision was brief - after two days of rape and torture she hadn't much strength left - and she sank back onto my shaft as her firm, trim thighs shuddered with exhaustion. She hadn't moved her hands – she was internalizing the futility of resistance.
“You know what to do now?”
She crumpled her mouth and wept, eyes closed.
“If you don't, we can go at my pace-” I grabbed her waist. She rose instantly, struggling upwards faster than I'd forced her. She could do nothing for the descent but ride it, biting her lip in pain as my cock spread her colon open with torturous slowness every time. I kept my hands on her waist, the silent threat that kept her laboring – such things were usually so much talk to scare sheltered bitches who'd never had a rough fucking, but her asshole was gripping me so tightly I half-believed I really *could* fuck her to death, if I was careless.
I traced my fingers lightly over her thighs as she rose, feeling her toned muscles tense and flex. The ascent was bracing; the cool air vivid on my shaft as the intense sauna-like heat of her asshole was withdrawn, her interior clinging like a long goodbye kiss. The descent was comforting; the heat taking me back from the chill, the intense, firm pressure of her tight passage sliding down over me again. With every wonderful slow stroke the movement became smoother, easier: an asshole tight as hers never took a fucking without getting torn up a little. Her own blood was lubricating things now.
I snagged a cigarette from the bedside tray and lit it with magic, smoking it slowly as my new toy serviced me. She sobbed silently as I traced my fingertips down her breastbone, her soft, flat stomach, around and into her cute bellybutton. Her groin quivered involuntarily when I brushed light touches over it, and she hardly made a sound when I slipped one finger into her bruised pussy.
The alcohol wasn't just to soak her ass. It lowered her inhibitions, her conscious will to resist the physical sensations, and most importantly it dulled the aches and pains of the savage rape and torture she'd endured. Even with that, her pussy was still too sore to give her anything but agony, but a single finger pressed against her rear wall was tolerable – and with my thumb circling and stroking her clit gently, I could get somewhere.
She started to whimper gently, too drunk to stifle herself. I pulled her hands down behind her back and lashed her wrists together with a bit of twine from the tray, then pushed her gently till she was leaning back, bound hands braced on the bedspread, back arched. She fixed her wet eyes on a point on the ceiling, trying to endure, but they were starting to glass over as she lost her fight against the half-bottle of sake I'd poured into her ass. The new angle turned her ascent into an arc, grinding my shaft against the rear wall of her cunt; my thick finger gently, oh so gently massaging the other side as my thumb continued to tease her. The tears trickling from her glassy eyes flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto my knees as I continued to feel her up, running my fingers up and down her arched back; pressing my thumb gently against the notch of her breastbone to make her squirm. I'd never thought such a slow fuck could be so intense, or so pleasurable. Everyone has experiences that they wish would last forever; even if its just waking up early on cool summer morning and wishing that comfortable, contented feeling would last forever. That's what it was like – compared to the savage, ferocious fuck I'd given her yesterday, this felt like forever.
An hour and a half-pack of cigarettes later, my balls started to ache, desperate to be unleashed. The mousebitch was nearing her limit, her arms trembling as they supported her weight on each shaky upward climb. It was time for the grand finale.
All the sake in the world can only do so much. I seized her neck in both hands and pulled her up against me, throttling her roughly. With her wrists bound she couldn't even scratch or flail; she just stared at me with those glassy eyes wide with wonder, as if asking – didn't I try hard enough? Didn't I obey? Enveloping her mouth with mine, I kissed her hard as I squirmed lower on the bed and laid down, laying her atop of me. I began bucking my hips, giving her asshole the fast, furious fucking I'd promised I wouldn't. She tried to scream into my mouth but had no air to, her tongue fluttering deliciously as I twined my own around it. Her lips were soft and pliable and sweet, and I mouthed and sucked on them greedily as I humped her asshole. I could feel our racing heartbeats thundering against each other through our pressed-together chests, her struggling and twitching growing spasmodic and weak as she faded.
At last she hit the precipice of unconsciousness and the final, terminal euphoria hit her, intensifying the deep kiss and the cock pummeling her asshole. She came, and came and came, her steamy little colon squeezing me so violently that when I blew it felt like she was sucking my balls dry. With her lying across my chest, my cock in her ass and my tongue in her mouth it felt like I was riding my shivering slave through the air as the room spun and spun and spun.
I fell asleep. I dreamed; dreamed I was fucking her all over again. I woke up hours later to find her still on my chest, glassy eyes staring into the distance, still drunk. Rising, I pushed her off me roughly, sending her sprawling onto her back, limp and lifeless as a doll. The slight sound of respiration was her only activity. I pulled my cock out with a little difficulty – incredibly, I still had some wood – and my cum came flowing out of her gaping asshole.
Seizing her by the hair, I dragged her off the bed and across the room. She trailed blood-streaked cum across the cold flagstones to a small iron cage that I folded her into, then padlocked shut. Knees pulled up to her chest, head lolling against the bars, gaping asshole trickling a puddle of cum between her dainty feet – I felt my cock twitch again, and looked away as my breath caught.
My vacation had been absolutely incredible, thanks to that mouthy little cunt, and there'd be plenty of downtime to spend with her later... but for now, I needed to get back to paying work.