Destroy Her Virginity

I gave Ria some time to contemplate what was coming, shaking and sobbing against the table, and moved away to discuss matters with the MC and the five men who had shared in the pleasure of reaming Ria's ass.

The crowd was growing restless, but it didn't take long to explain my intentions for my whimpering bride, and to be assured by the MC that all that was necessary was available among the toys. The MC provided me with the beads, then went back with the others to assist them in finding instruments they found suitable.

"Daniel..." Ria whimpered as I returned to the table. Her voice was harsh with her long bout of screaming and crying. "Daniel, please... This... This isn't what I wanted, for my first time..."

Setting the beads on the floor, I began unbuckling the straps in preparation for turning her over. I had a good minute or so, removing the straps from her thighs, to appreciate the near-purple cloud of marks on her tight, swollen buttocks, the way her open pink anus continued to quiver and contract after the wake of the brutal anal train. It should, perhaps, have made me feel pity for my fiancee.

In my present mindset, it was enticing, almost a provocation. I was painfully engorged, and forcing myself to breathe slowly and not let my mind jump ahead to what I would do to Ria. She would satisfy my lust, yes, but she would also be set once more on display, humiliated and trampled down.

"I... I had imagined you bringing me up to a nice hotel room... Carrying me over the threshold... Beaming at you, dressed in white, so beautiful for you, knowing all our waiting was at an end, that we would be together for the rest of our lives... Ready to begin a life of joy with you...!"

Hindu brides traditionally wore red. It said something that she wanted to wear the white, to be married into traditions more like my own. It also told me how much that display in her little French maid costume had cost her, how much she wanted to go into her wedding a virgin. It explained why she had felt the need to drink most of a bottle of claret to go through with it.

And I was going to ruin that plan. She might still choose to wear the white, but even if she did... Hell, even if she chose not to marry me, after tonight, she would know it was a lie.

I was going to break more than her hymen; I was going to break her heart.

And I wanted it. I wanted it that way. This night was going to destroy that night, for her, the one in her imagination, and I wanted it.

She put up no resistance as I flipped her onto her back, completely limp and compliant. She didn't have the energy to resist me, and more, she didn't have the will. I saw her teeth sink into her lower lip as I pushed her pelvis back onto the table, the table's edge scratching across her much-abused flanks in the process.

Swallowing hard, Ria tried again to reach me. "...This isn't what I want, Dan... I... I can't believe it's even what you want...!"

She cringed, her eyes shutting tight, as I again spread her thighs wide, strapped them in place, the bonds biting into her thighs. I pushed her arms down harder than I needed to as I locked her wrists into place above her head.

She was so fucking hot, her lithe brown body stretched out, **** on the table before me. Her small breasts rose and fell with her stuttering breathing; her rib cage stood out against her skin, and the marks of her strapping stood out like a tiger's stripes on her fluttering abdomen. And her sex, her dainty, finely-thatched womanhood, was on display between her widely bound thighs, the lines of her pelvis all seeming to egg the eye on towards that precious prize.

"You wanted me on your terms," I replied, my voice cold. "You made a promise without understanding what it would mean, thinking it was just a way of getting what you want. You're going to understand, beloved, that I'm going to get what I want. And what I want is a woman who satisfies me sexually."

I picked up the string of anal beads. They were onyx-black, there were seven of them on the line, and... Well, it would be an exaggeration to say that they were the size of billiard balls. But they were bigger than table-tennis balls. A couple of hours ago, it would have been all but unthinkable that Ria could fit a single one in her asshole.

...Now, however...

Her ass had spent the last few minutes trying to return to something like its earlier constriction, to only partial success. But when I started to press the ball against her anus, Ria's eyes still went wide.

"Ahhhh! Dan...! Dan, why...?!"

The crowd let out a raucous cheer as the bead plowed into her butt, and for every rude penetration thereafter.

"As I said, Ria, I want a woman who satisfies me sexually, and I don't think your precious cunt is going to satisfy me after I already came in your ass. But with these beauties lodged in your guts, I'll get to feel them rubbing against me through the walls of your pussy while I fuck you. That should help."

"No, Dan... You know I'm a virgin- OW!"

That was the second ball popping through her sphincter; her hips lifted delightfully from the table for a moment, the trailing beads hanging from her ass like a tail before they sank back down in her exhaustion.

"I'm a virgin- I'm, I'm sure I'm going to be really tight already...!"

"Yes."

The third ball pushed inside of her, and then the fourth; I was starting to feel some real resistance, and her hips were squirming back and forth; her hands clenched into fists above her head, the cords in her neck rising, her jaw clenching. And still she tried to "reason" with me.

"...Right up into your guts, Ria. Take it."

"...You know... You already know this is going to be hard on me...!"

"Yes. You're a teasing bitch who doesn't know how to please a man, so whatever measures I take to make you a fuck worth having are just what you deserve. You are merely being made to fulfill your promise."

She gave a pathetic little sob, and looked at me through wet, slitted eyes, like she couldn't bear to look at me full-on.

"My ass is already so sore... UNGGHHH...!"

The fifth. I wasn't going to stop until all seven were lodged inside of her.

"It feels like I'm going to burst- NNN- NAAAH-HA...! I can't... I can't take any more, I can't, I can- AAAANNNNGGGHHH... AHHH... hhhh...! hhhh-!"

The ring, and a short length of chain, were all that remained exposed of the beads.

A slow, deep, breath, wheezing out, and she spoke her next words like a curse:

"I hope you're happy..."

I smiled as I opened my pants once more, pushing the head of my angry-hard cock lightly against the lips of her up-raised pussy. So hot, touching her felt like a fever was burning through us both.

"I'm getting there."

"AYAAAAAHHHH!"

With the first push, I felt the tight membrane of her hymen clutch at the head of my cock, strangling, constraining... And then torn, wrenched apart, wetness and heat, my fiancee's tight box broken open in a surge of brutal sexual need.

No finesse, no patience, no mercy. I had waited too long, my hunger building, burning as I watched Ria get her tight ass pounded. Now her body was beneath me once more, and I would sate myself like any ravenous carnivore, returning to tear and tear at my meal until the need was quenched.

The first thrust broke her maidenhead, the second plunged deeper. I could feel the muscles of her pussy clutching me, soft as silk but tighter than a drum head. Urging me to push harder, to make her take the fullness of me, to ravish and conquer her body for my own.

And, yes, there, I could feel the unnatural swell of the beads within her ass, their hardness pushing back through the thin membrane separating Ria's sex holes. Rubbing against her perineum. Rubbing where she was already sore and raw inside, with every jarring thrust.

Her hips left the table with my thrusts; Ria's head lashed back and forth like a cobra as she cried out with every penetration.

"Oh! Oh, yes, your little cunt is tight, my betrothed...!"

"AHHH! AHHH! T-TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH...!"

"Ha! And I'm not even fully inside of you... I'm going to bottom you out...!"

"AAAAAHHH! IT'S- YOU'RE- SO... BIG...!'

Yes. Her small body was beneath me, rolling with every powerful thrust, rolling like a boxer with the punches. And she was getting wet, too; no longer just the copper-blood smell of her torn hymen, but the musk of sex, slicking her channel to endure my thrusts. There was a woman within the girl who needed this, to be dominated, made to satisfy. To be taken, and put in her place.

"OH...! OH...! OH- UFFF...!"

And there, the head of my cock slammed against her cervix, and her body contracted with the impact of my pounding against her womb. The cramp seizing her torso made her constrict; her eyes bulged, and saliva burst, unladylike, from her mouth.

Yes. That was what I wanted. To slam into her where she was most a woman, to wrack her, to deliver my seed right against the door of her uterus. To make her feel small and weak before my voracious power.

Grabbing her hips, holding her down, I jackhammered against her cervix.

"TUFF-! NUHH! HOHHH! HOH! G- G- GOD! UHH! D- DAN! AHH! AHH! NUHHH!"

"Fellows...?!" I yelled.

The oncoming rise of my orgasm prompted my yell. Fortunately, the men had been waiting attentively, and rushed over.

The first man slid the leather strap around Ria's throat, jerking her head back hard enough that it knocked against the table. She hardly seemed to notice, her mouth and eyes wide before the onslaught I was wreaking on her sex.

That changed in a moment, as each man jammed their used condoms into Ria's mouth.

"NGHLAUHH? FFUH- NGUH-HUH...!"

Then the first man put his hand over her mouth, and the other men revealed what they had chosen from the MC's offerings.

One had a riding crop. One a tawse. One a short, multi-stranded flogger, and the fifth a traditional, if short, whip.

"...Beat her."

The crowd erupted as the tools of torment came down upon my sweet Ria's body.

For a moment, all was a frenzy. I could barely track as the crop slashed across her nipple, the tawse caught her ribs, the whip struck her high on the hip. Somehow they came to some sort of order in their attacks, as to not get in each other's way, and I concentrated on pumping Ria's cunt as her body vibrated, wriggled, and writhed under the furious **** of the four men.

And within, contracted. And contracted. Oh, so tight, so intense, so mind-meltingly perfect a hole to fuck.

Ria. My Ria. Her face turning red, her mouth full of latex and oozing, stagnant cum, her cunt taut around my drilling cock, her raw ass stuffed full of unyielding hardness, and the tender front of her torso being whipped- and whipped- and WHIPPED-

"DO IT!"

And the MC reached between my legs, grabbed the ring at the end of the chain, and tore all seven balls from Ria's asshole with a single, brutal yank.

"MNFGGHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...!"

FUCK, yes, exploding inside of Ria's no longer virgin CUNT, painting her throbbing cervix with my dirty seed, pumping in that clutching channel, making her dirty, making her hurt and shamed and worn and used and spoiled...

The men stopped lashing her body as her back arched, as my gasp of orgasm choked from my mouth, as my ears started to ring in the triumphant, feral, violent wash of the crowd's approval swept the stage...

The first man's hand left Ria's mouth as her body sank to the table. Her head turned; she coughed, spat, spat again.

Four ragged, chewed condoms spilled out of her mouth with a flood of saliva and slime. She had swallowed the fifth.

She didn't look at me; her eyes seemed to stare off into nothingness as the crowd continued to roar, as the men slapped me on the back.

"Mine..." I whispered, hoarsely, as I slowly pulled my detumescing cock from Ria's pussy with a wash of semen. "She is mine..."