Ria is ridden raw

I glanced up at the third man in the queue as he set himself against my Ria's shuddering sphincter. He had stripped off his jacket in the increasingly fevered heat of the room; sweat ran down his muscular frame, contrasting the tribal tattoo that covered the top half of his face.

"You heard her," I said, a contemptuous sneer in my voice. "'**** her ass until Daniel is satisfied.'"

His lip curled. I didn't think he appreciated the sense that I was giving him an order. Fortunately, there was a handy, and much more pleasurable, target on which to vent any resentment he might have had...

He managed to get a good screech out of Ria with that first thrust, reaming through her over-exerted asshole all the way to his hips before smashing his pelvis against her ass with a commendable slapping sound.

"That's it. That's the way. Deep and hard. You know that tight little ass can't take it. Come on. Show her who's boss."

My eyes were on Ria's face, now, as I poured out my litany of encouragement to the strong man behind her, exerting himself to break Ria's back door.

"Pound that shithole. That's right. Pack it. **** it. Hurt her. Hurt her good. You make the little Hindi harlot take it in her ass. You fuck her ass and make her know you've been there. Fuck that tight, sore ass, and make her cry. Make her bawl."

"HUU- uhh...! UHHHhhh...! UHHHH....! NuhNHHH-K!"

I watched her jaw clench as he pounded those deep, agonized grunts from her. Her brow would crease with the impact, then her eyes would widen as she struggled to endure or even comprehend what was being inflicted on her from behind. Her gaze would meet mine through two, three, four of those ravaging, wracking penetrations, watching me take pleasure in watching her be hurt and humbled, watching my lips spit out the cruel, unceasing call that she be ass-fucked more, more, still more. Watching me watching her suffer, and show no signs that I held any pity or sympathy for her treatment, that my words might instead call for a cessation or even a break in the ruinous **** on her ass.

From the audience, the stomping, the jeering, the clapping continued. It had long since ceased to be a meaningful expression of individual sentiments; it had projected those on stage into a world where the pretty Indian woman being brutalized on the table was not so much an atrocity as a sacrament.

Hurt her. Shame her. Brutalize her. Humiliate her. Take her ass, take it from her, hollow her out, make her a thing to take anger and cum, not respect and affection.

"Ride it. Ride her. Feel that ass give way. Smash through it. Make it make you cum. You lay into that tight butt as hard as you want, and you make it make you cum!"

Her neck wanted to pull forward, to lead her cramping body in curling into a ball; her hair wrapped around my knuckles was so tight it was hurting my fingers. My fingers wrung her nipple, encouraging her to cry, to sob, to let everyone hear what was being done to her, so she could feel in return how little they regarded her pain; indeed, how they drank it in like some kind of twisted psychic vampires.

"Go on. Press it until it makes you cum. That's what it's for. Yeah, smack that ass. That's what she gets for giving you pleasure. That's all she deserves."

"AWWWHHHH--"

It was something between a roar and a shout as he pushed into her, leaning over her, his body shaking with the exultation of a powerful, violent orgasm. His open hands slapped a staccato beat against Ria's back as his voice dove into a growl, every last dredge of his spunk ejecting inside of Ria.

I almost wished we could do without the condoms. There would have been something terribly satisfying in watching all that sludge seeping out of Ria's twitching, gaping pink asshole. But while I wanted my bride emotionally and physically devastated, I didn't want her with a sexually transmitted disease, and I hadn't exactly vetted the room's mob that way on an individual basis.

So I had to content myself with watching the latex-sheathed truncheons reaming Ria, knowing that she only had my own spunk and whatever spit the men saw fit to pitch into her suffering bottom for lubricant.

Ria flinched, now expecting the slap that followed every concussive ass-reaming she had received thus far. I didn't disappoint her, cuffing her harshly across her increasingly flushed cheek.

"Harlot, taking men up your pert brown ass... You're getting just what you fucking deserve. You. Get in there." I gestured to the next man in line as the prior pulled out, taking his neon-green latex sac of splooge with him.

The next man had wild blond hair in a motley of dredlocks and cornrows, and he was screaming out his own invective from the first moment he punched his big cock through Ria's asshole.

"You like that, you curry-munching cunt? Huh? My cock is going to re-arrange your fucking intestines, you little cooze!"

I didn't think he actually had the anatomical length that would be necessary to reach Ria's intestines, but he was certainly giving it his best shot, hammering into her backside like he intended to auger right through her, beating her thighs relentlessly into the unyielding strength of the table.

"You GIVE ME THIS ASS, you shitty little whore! You give it to me, and I'm going to fuck it up, and when you get it back, you're not going to recognize it!"

...Okay. The man talked some ridiculous shit. But I couldn't argue with the results. He was savage, determined, percussive, smashing his body into Ria, flattening her buttocks as he lunged in to plummet her bowels to the very limit of his anatomy. The ****, wheezing cries that emerged from Ria with every punishing thrust were deeply erotic to me, even as his spit rained down on her back as he continued to curse her.

"That's right, you _cry, _you whinging bit of filth! You cry, because I'm going to go on this asshole like a ton of dynamite! Like a lightning bolt! Like the wrath of an angry god, you fucking bitch, taking vengeance right up your tight, dirty ass!"

His spit was spraying over her back as my hand moved to her left breast to pinch and pull at her other nipple.

"I'm not going to stop him," I growled. "I like it. I like how he's fucking you up the ass. How he's ramming into your bowels without any mercy, any care, any respect. I like how he's digging deep into your body, how he's hurting you, how he's showing you what a man can do to you, cut loose of any restrictions to love and honor..."

Ria was sobbing. Twisting her nipple, I twisted the knife:

"...Every time I see my prim, dainty, pretty wife, I can remember another man jamming his cock right up her tight, proper ass."

Ria howled. The man behind her roared.

"You trying to keep me out, bitch?!"

His hand came down like an executioner's axe on her flank, and he renewed his **** as though everything prior had been tickling.

"TAKE it! TAKE it! You LOUSY- SLUT! TAKE IT!"

His open hand rose and fell, over and over, on the same spot on her right flank, angry red explosions lighting up her soft brown flesh.

"Yes..." I hissed. "She's a bad girl. Punish her."

"...TAKE IT!"

"Harder."

"...TAKE IT!"

"Rock that ass, inside and out. Work it over."

"UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!"

...SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Finish her off."

"UHHHHHHHHH....!"

His body arched as he spurt inside of her. For a moment he swayed, and I honestly thought he might faint. Then he shook his head, seemed to collect himself, and grabbed the ring of the condom before pulling himself free of Ria's bottom without another word.

Ria drew a deep, shuddering breath. She coughed, and a dollop of mucus made itself indelicately visible in her nose.

"...Do it..." She whimpered.

I slapped her.

"Skank. Sodomite. Lowest of the low. Filthy, degraded, unchaste woman... You sicken all who look on you."

Her head hung by my grip on her hair, exhausted, hurting... Ashamed.

The fifth man came to the table. He was ebony-skinned, easily two meters tall, and equipped to match.

Rather than take up position behind Ria, he climbed on top of the table, kneeling astride her, looking in his stance like a shadow of doom over the more caramel complexion of the woman beneath him. It took a moment to arrange his anatomy so it would wedge between Ria's buttocks, and then he began to push.

Ria's eyes went wide as he put his weight into her, slowly but inexorably driving that mammoth cock into her petite Indian rump.

"UNNHHH... UNNNNNHUHH..!"

Half-way embedded inside her, the movement seemed to stop. He widened his stance and shifted his hips, using his weight to **** her ass to accept him.

Her mouth opened, disbelieving, as the tears slid down her cheeks, and remained open.

"Hhhhhhhhhhh....!"

To call it a sigh would undervalue the sound; it was she was deflated, like she had given up on ever needing to breathe again.

His stomach pressed against her back, his pelvis into her swollen rump, and the whole club seemed to hold his breath.

His body rose, slowly, then fell upon hers.

"Huh fff- fff---!"

Saliva gushed from her open mouth. Her eyes crossed for a moment, stuttered back to their regular places, then widened further.

"K-huhhh... K-huhh...!"

It was the least obviously violent of the takings of Ria's ass, that night, but in some ways, I think it may have been the hardest for her to endure. Her previous assailant might have talked up sodomizing her like the wrath of god, but the last man who ass-fucked my Ria seemed to have a more deep and terrible grasp of what divine retribution on a woman's ass might be like:

Terrible, deep, and unstoppable.

Every time, he pushed into her to the hilt; every time, she seemed to forget how to breathe until he pulled out, and then would gasp, his weight off of her, his presence off of her, like the cock lodged deep in her guts left no room in her torso for anything as comparatively inconsequential as air.

I didn't bother tormenting Ria's tits for this one. I just watched the big man pump my tiny girlfriend's body, watched her drool and gasp, watched her limbs shake and flop as she was taken.

In. And in. And in.

If Ria's sodomy has been sacrament, this was the divine mystery.

Though perhaps the mystery was: How could this tiny Indian woman possibly take this much cock?

Firmly, unhesitatingly, he took her ass. Took it like it was his, and nothing could deny it.

When his orgasm came, he leaned into her, pressing her down. I saw his mouth open, his teeth bite the back of her neck; her body trembled with shock.

When he withdrew, I could hear the vacuum break; watched her buttocks flex, and flex, and flex, her widely gaping asshole trying to close after the monstrous invasion. He climbed off of the table and gave me a slow nod, almost a bow.

I heard Ria's breathing: tight, focused, shallow.

"...Daniel...?" She whispered.

I had almost forgotten that I was holding her head, focused as I had been on watching her taken.

"...Daniel... Is it... over...?"

My fingers stroked down her swollen cheek.

"No, my bride, not yet. You haven't given me your real virginity."