I can't overpower him... He continues to fuck me.

You realize there is nothing you can do against his muscular build, and tears begin to well as you bite your lip in pain.

"please don't"... you beg, your tears running down your cheeks.

"That's it bitch" he groans in pleasure, "writhe and cry like a little girl, John".

You begin to sob as his rhythm slows and his thrusts become more focused; deeper. His large arms wrap around your small torso, and his fingers dig into the flesh of your flanks.

With a great thrust, you feel the warmth begin to spasm inside of you. It fills you, and he pushes deep once more, with a grunt to inject the remainder of his load.

He removes his member from your wet, gaping hole, and you feel his seed begin to spill from your ass and run down to your sack, cooling your backside and sending a chill up your back.

He rolls you onto your back and hoists his ass onto your chest, his greasy cock still dripping semen. You pinch your lips shut defiantly as he pushes his penis into your face.

He wipes the head of his dick accross you, mixing his semen with your tears. Once the pulsing in his member has subsided, he dismounts, grabs his weapon and clothing, and leaves the room; your sobs softening as the cum dries on your face and ass hole.

There you are, John Doe, covered in cum, ass hole aching, the taste of blood and semen on your tongue...