"Y-you can't."

To both of your surprise, when the words come they are not a plea for the foul man to fulfil your sick desire and fuck you. No, instead you hear yourself begging for mercy, your sensible side somehow prevailing in that moment, enough to try to reason with your ****. His lustful gaze quickly turns dark so you have to scramble.

"Wait, wait... I want you, I do. But you can't get me pregnant, please!" You blurt as you try to shuffle away on your behind. You try your best to soothe him. "I'll do whatever you want, please... but you can't cum inside me."

The vagrant's expression softens slightly, a hint of his grin returning. "Anything, you say?" he chuckles, his hands gripping your hips tightly to stop you squirming away.

You nod back meekly, partly out of fear but strangely, partly because you mean it. Before you know what's happening, the man flips your petite frame over and crawls on top of you, his hot, slick cock pressing against your soft, velvety cheeks. Suddenly the realisation hits you, your virgin bud clenching tightly in self defence.

"Wait, no... no... let me suck you. Not that, please!" you cry as you feel his grubby fingers pry your cheeks apart before he hacks a glob of saliva onto your hole. "Arrrggh!"

Your cries intensify as you feel the slippery tip of his cock press against your back entrance, impossibly huge. Impossibly stiff. Your eyes widen as he presses in, then suddenly you fall silent as he breaks through your resistance, stretching you wide. The pain is indescribable, as if you are being split in two, but you are given no time to consider it as the vagrant pushes deeper and deeper into you, filling your tight little ass.

You quiver and shake helplessly on the end of the man's cock as he holds it deep inside you, chuckling at your helplessness.

"Mmmm, such a tight little slut aren't you?" he mocks as he sways his hips slightly, setting your ass on fire. "Get ready now, cos I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!"

He's not kidding. Again he grips your hips tightly and then begins to ruthlessly pummel your ass, caring nothing for your wellbeing. It feels as though you are being ripped apart, each thrust like a dagger in your spine as he treats you like a worthless piece of meat. You whimper and moan softly, too breathless and shellshocked to scream, unable to do anything but lie there and take it.

As you hear the homeless man grunt and groan, his heat radiating behind you, into you, you start to feel a strange kind of pleasure building. Not a pleasure born of the physicality of your fucking, but a niggling, tickling kind of pleasure picking at the edge of your mind. Part of you starts to understand - it can feel good to be used, to be the object of someone's base desires. To be at their mercy and to feel their animal lust is a pleasure in itself. As you let yourself go slightly, embracing these new thoughts you find it is no longer quite so painful, or at least, the pain has morphed slightly into something else. Your whole lower half pulses with heat as the vagrant's thrusts intensify and you become vaguely aware of a tingle eminating from your new female genitalia.

All these thoughts and feelings swirl around in your mind as the man wraps his hand around your throat, **** you slightly as his intensity rises to fever pitch. His hips slap loudly against your ass cheeks as he rails you and you begin to struggle for breath, reality quickly fogging over and slipping away. Just as you teeter on the edge of unconsciousness the hold on your throat is released and you instinctively take in a deep, **** breath. In that same split second you feel the cock inside you explode and hear the vagrant's triumphant cry as he unloads into your bowels. You hear your own cry meet his, high pitched and anguished as your strange new body betrays you and you experience your first female orgasm. A wet, gushing sensation of ecstacy hits as your pussy pulses and throbs, your asshole clenching tightly around the vagrant's still thrusting cock until he pulls out, his cum leaking out behind it.

"Fuck me," he grunts, gasping for air. "Ya really are a dirty fucking slut ain't ya..."

You sense him rise and move away but you remain face down on the damp old mattress, half buried amongst the trash. It's hard to think, hard to move... and you begin to wonder if perhaps you are already broken beyond repair.