Impaled and humiliated

"Well, now you'll pay for this inconvenience." He dropped his pants, presented his penis to my vagina, and thrust into me in one swift motion.

I felt his penis plunge into me all at once, too wide, too brutal, tearing a hoarse cry from my throat. His hands gripped my hips, marked by the riding crop, his fingers digging into my sensitive flesh like vises as he began to thrust in and out with jerky movements.

"You're squeezed like a thief," he growled against my ear, his hot, wet breath trickling down my neck.

His hips slammed against my bruised buttocks, each thrust rekindling the burning sensation of the blows on my sensitive skin. I felt his fingers dig into my flesh, his nails carving red half-moons into my hips as he quickened his pace.

He grabbed a handful of my red hair, forcing me to lift my head toward the room's surveillance mirror, so I would see myself humiliated and tormented. My reflection showed me a woman reduced to a limp, lopsided puppet, her face scarlet, her lips trembling, her eyes brimming with a mixture of tears and guilty pleasure.

I felt his damp stomach press against my back, each brutal thrust slapping our flesh together. His hand left my hair to lightly choke me, his fingers leaving their mark on my throat as he growled obscenities in my ear. "Look at yourself, you slut, look how your body accepts what it deserves." In the murky mirror, I saw his massive hips plow into my sex with a jerky rhythm, my skin rippling with each impact.

His fingers tightened around my throat, cutting off my breath with a gasping groan. I felt his throbbing penis inside me, each brutal thrust shaking my already taut muscles. Pain radiated, mingling with a dull heat that made me shudder involuntarily.

His hand tightened further, my veins pulsing beneath his palm as a low throbbing filled my temples. His hip thrusts quickened, brutal and deep, each penetration crushing my flesh to the point of tearing. A trickle of saliva escaped my trembling lower lip as my nails vainly scratched at the cold linoleum.

"You like that, huh?" he growled, digging his fingers deeper into the bruises on my hips. Completely overwhelmed, I nodded. I was ashamed, but he was right: I liked being taken like a prostitute, no longer belonging to myself, being the willing victim.

I felt his grip tighten around my throat, my lungs burning with the lack of air, causing black spots to dance before my eyes. His hips slammed against my inflamed buttocks, each impact producing a wet, obscene sound. My orgasm, accelerated by the suffocation he was inflicting, took hold of me like a madman. I was devastated as he continued, even harder and more brutal, but releasing the pressure to let me breathe.

I felt his final thrusts become more desperate, deeper, as if he were seeking to lose himself completely inside me. His hand left my throat to dig into my hair, roughly pulling my head back as a hoarse groan escaped his lips. His breath was hot, heavy with sweat and exertion against the back of my neck.

"You're going to take it all, bitch," he growled, his words thick with brutal domination. He came inside me with his words; I felt like an endless flood was invading my insides. He withdrew and signaled to his second-in-command, who had undressed, revealing an ebony-skinned, athletic body with a penis the likes of which I had never seen before.

- I didn't examine his anus properly. I'll check, boss.

His boss smiled and gestured for him to proceed.

- No, please, not there. I can't...

I couldn't finish. He thrust into my anus in one go. The pain was so intense that my vision blurred, a hoarse cry tearing at my throat before I could even stop it. His massive hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into the already purplish marks left by his boss, as he thrust into me with a single stroke.

My body arched violently under the brutal intrusion, every fiber of my being ripped by that column of burning flesh piercing me. His hands clamped my hips like vises, his thumbs digging into the fresh bruises as he began a jerky, rhythmic thrust.

"You're as tight as a fucking vise," he growled, his voice hoarse with cruel satisfaction.

I felt his member tear at my insides, each thrust rekindling the burning sensation as if a red-hot iron were being driven into me. His palm slammed between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the table while his other hand slid up my spine, gripping my neck to prevent me from escaping.

"You were made for this," he growled, his hoarse voice echoing against my damp neck. I felt his monstrous penis plow into me with a staccato rhythm, each thrust tearing a hoarse moan from my constricted throat. The pain radiated in burning waves, strangely mingling with a guilty heat that made my wet thighs tremble.

His fingers tightened around my neck, crushing me against the cold table as his thrusts ripped a muffled scream from me. I felt his enormous penis slice through my flesh with each stroke, like a white-hot blade piercing me again and again.

My stomach contracted violently, my muscles twisting under the onslaught, while a trickle of saliva escaped my parted lips.

I felt his hands pry me apart further, his thumbs digging into my flesh like crampons as he quickened his pace. His monstrous penis plowed into my insides with calculated brutality, each withdrawal almost complete before a thrust that made our flesh slap together with a wet, obscene sound.

Pain radiated in searing waves, mingling with a grotesque sense of fullness as he pinned me against the table, his sweaty belly pressed against my bruised buttocks.

I realized that giving pleasure despite the pain released even more pleasure within me; I was a sex maniac. His thrusts accelerated, each brutal plunge of his member stretching my torn flesh with a wet, squelching sound. His fingers dug into my hips, leaving purplish marks, as an animalistic groan escaped him.

"Look how well she's taking my cock, Chief," he sneered, his hoarse voice thick with obscene pride.

I was breathless, unable to scream, only gasping moans escaping with each thrust.

I felt his burning semen spurt out in violent pulses, each jet filling my already distended rectum until my abdominal wall heaved under the pressure. The viscous fluid overflowed from my bruised anus, running in thick streams down my trembling thighs to mingle with the Chief's seed still oozing from my swollen vagina.

I felt his hand slide abruptly over my mouth, stifling my gasps as his other fist dug into my lower back, forcing me even deeper against him. Pain radiated in searing bursts, each movement of his hips plowing into my already bruised flesh.

"That's all you're good for," he snarled, his voice hoarse with contempt, and he pulled out of my ass even more brutally, slapping it as he did so.

I was completely wrecked, a rag doll lying on the table, belching with pleasure and pain. The two security guards laughed. The boss lifted my head, pulling my red hair.

- You won't do that again, will you? If I catch you playing that game again, you'll regret being born.

They led me to the back of the building and threw me outside with my clothes and purchases.

I heard a voice.

- They really ravaged you this time. You enjoyed it.

"I'd like to avoid that, I..." With those words, I lost consciousness.