He will show no mercy

John lifted the woman by her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

'What's your name?' - he asked her.

'Please, help, please, let me go, please...' - she answered, her words slightly slurred from the shock she just experienced.

'That's a stupid fucking name. I'm gonna call you Hole.'

He sank one hand into her large afro, gripping her hair, and yanked at it eliciting a pained squeal from the girl. He grabbed her cheeks with his other hand and spat into her face, hitting her between the eyes. She flinched from the impact. The large glob was partly caught in the edges of her eyebrows, but most of it started running slowly down her nose. Hole squeezed her eyes shut.

John reached under her arms. The float was very close now, the platform about five feet from the ground. As it approached, John lifted the woman under her armpits and tossed her onto the sluggish vehicle. With a thud, she landed on her back and sprawled out right under the head of the papermache dragon.

He hoisted himself up onto the float. He reached down, grabbed Hole's hair again, and lifted her up by it into a half-standing position. He waved to the crowd, smiling and turning her as he turned to the left and right. She was looking into nothingness, her eyes glazed over.

Having greeted his audience and showed off his prey, he let the girl go and she fell back onto the platform, her forehead smacking against the hard, wooden surface. John turned her onto her back and positioned her so that her head was hanging off the platform, the feathers of her crown almost brushing against the concrete scrolling past under the float. He took off his trousers and his boxers, unleashing his half-erect cock, then sat on her chest, letting all his weight press against her large breasts. 'E-cups. Comfy.' - he said to no-one in particular. Grabbing Hole's afro once again, he pulled her head up and pulled her chin down, opening her mouth and guiding his member in, past her thick, glistening lips.

Without resistance, his cock slid in and he relished the warm, moist sensation around it. He was proud of how he prepared the poor woman for the taking, as he could not feel her teeth against his member. She had her eyes closed now, cheeks slightly bulging, a little saliva escaping around John's meat and gathering in the corners of her mouth.

Digging the fingers of both hands into her hair, he suddenly pulled her head further up with full **** and jammed his cock straight down her throat.

This made Hole's eyes open with panic, her legs, that were spread out behind John's back bend and lift and her arms weakly bend at the elbows. They couldn't reach John's body, as her upper arms were pinned under John's knees.

As her big brown eyes looked at the abdomen of his **** and her short, wide nose smashed into it, a loud, wet sound escaped her blocked throat.

'HURGH!'

John loved this sound: a lack of air, a foreign object behind the tongue, sliding down the gullet. He loved how the unwilling throat constricted around his meat, tighter than any pussy could ever be. He pulled even more, completely smashing the girl's face into his lower stomach. His balls were covering her chin and he could feel her long eyelashes against his skin, tickling slightly.

He started jerking her head back and forth with speed. He was being so violent that Hole's head was a blur to the outside observer, getting pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled.

'HHRK! GLURG! HMPF! GLURG!'

The sounds of her suffering and degradation and the thought of causing her so much pain was delightful. John could hear a thudding rhythm right behind him. It wasn't the drums this time, but rather Hole's heels hitting the platform as she spasmed hopelessly, being handled like a ragdoll and unable to breathe. John felt like he hasn't been this diamond-hard in years. He was very happy with his choice and even as he continued **** her face, he was thinking ahead, coming up with a plan to ruin the poor girl's life for good.

The oral **** continued for several minutes. Hole's eyes rolled back, with only the whites showing. John occasionally pushed her head far enough from his abdomen to almost completely remove his member from her mouth. Sometimes the girl inhaled, but mostly the miniscule reprieve resulted in the contents of her stomach exploding from her mouth, the thick, yellowish vomit rushing down her face, into her nose, into her eyes, covering her forehead, strands and chunks getting caught in her afro, staining the feathers and some getting away and splashing onto the road.

John made sure to wave to the crowds watching the parade from time to time, making eye contact with the women and enjoying the total lack of concern or pity in their expressions.

He finally pulled his victim's head off his cock completely. A final fountain of puke erupted from between her lips and flowed down her face. She was completely unrecognisable under her puke-mask, her face utterly ruined.

John lifted himself off her chest and moved back. He grabbed her ankles, lifted and parted them, then took a second to appreciate Hole's shaved pussy, the pink of the labia contrasting nicely with the dark skin surrounding them.

Hole's hole was dry as the Sahara, but it was OK. John had plenty of lubrication, vomit and spit covering his penis, dripping onto the girl's tummy and crotch.

With no hesitation, he pushed her legs forward, her thick thighs presenting their other side, her knees almost touching the platform, and he rammed himself balls-deep into the near-catatonic woman's pussy.

She didn't react at all to being impaled, which was somewhat disappointing, but quite understandable, considering she didn't seem to be conscious any more.

John fucked her violently, hammering her hole with aggressive thrusts, making her body inch back a little every time, her large, soft breasts escaping the bikini top and flopping back and forth to the rhythm of her defilement, almost hitting her in the chin.

Feeling his orgasm approaching, he pulled out, pulled the girl back so that her head wasn't hanging off the platform any more, scooched forward and sat on her boobs again. He placed his palm on mouth. This made her start to inhale through her nostrils, which went wide, with her body automatically pulling air in. He considered cumming on her face, but it wouldn't have made much difference visually, with all that bile covering it.

Instead he lined up his cock head with one of the **** dancer's nostrils, and jerked himself to orgasm. His cum erupted with such strength even he was surprised. It shot straight into the girl's nose and he pressed against the nostril, pumping his sperm directly into it for a good forty seconds, at least. His seed must have seeped into her mouth cavity, as she coughed weakly and the goo that bubbled up between her lips was white instead of yellow.

She shivered slightly and as John stood up and stepped back, admiring his handiwork, he could see that her bladder gave in and she pissed herself, the puddle spreading under her butt cheeks.

'Hole! In front of all these people? The cameras? The families? The fuck is wrong with you?' - he asked his innocent victim, a human being who never did him any harm and did not deserve even a fraction of the treatment he subjected her to. There was no reply, not that he expected one.

He kicked Hole in the pussy, making her slide back slightly. Her head went past the platform again and was hanging limply off the float once more. He then stomped on her stomach, making more puke come out of her mouth and slide down her face, but otherwise eliciting no reaction from her.

'You are a disgusting whore and I hope your parents hate you. I hope they hate themselves, having raised such a worthless fucking cunt!' - he was almost shouting and felt genuinely angry at her, although he would never be able to say why.

Hole just laid there, bathed in piss, spit, cum and vomit.

'I have a plan for you, Hole! You're gonna hate it!' - John said, and this time he smiled, his anger giving over to anticipation, as he thought about the exquisite way he was going to destroy the girl he never met before.