Scrambled eggs and further violation

It was hard to imagine you being physically able to produce any more sound at this point. Your throat felt completely raw, beaten and abused -- the frenzied, violent skullfuck from before having left its mark. Any attempt you made to speak during Margaret's rough bathing in the ocean earlier produced nothing but an impotent, hoarse cough.

But now, with her bony digits expertly searching for and singling out your right testicle, and bearing down on it with all her might - as if trying to crack a walnut with her fingers - the sheer, indescribable pain ripped the scream out through your damaged insides against all odds. Your hoarse, high pitched shrieking barely sounded human at this point. Your tired arms fought futilely, **** to tear Margaret away from you.

She smiled at your useless struggle. From her exertion alone, the pale, wrinkled skin on her forearm was being stretched taut over the powerful, tensing mass of muscle underneath, as her fingers alternated digging into your abused nut as hard as she could. She would have easily overpowered you normally - but with the primal testicular agony now wracking your body, the complete **** of your ****, thrashing resistance presented little more to Margaret than the effort of fighting a stiff breeze.

She was absolutely loving it. If you could have spared the attention, you would have noticed her nipples were so erect they might have torn straight through her dress if she had still been wearing it. She slowly moved her face, wet with fresh perspiration and flush with arousal, to your ear, draping a few moist, grey locks of hair over your eyes.

"Beg me to stop, Doug.", she whispered. "Beg me not to destroy your pathetic - worthless - balls."

She emphasized each of the last three words with an extra hard, pumping squeeze.

You were sobbing.

She squeezed even harder now, rolling your testes around in her palm before squishing them together in her fist and piercing them with her fingertips.

"S-stop...", you managed to gasp inbetween the gulfs of pain. "No! P-pain...! Arrggh!"

"Oh now that won't do, Dougie.", Margaret grinned.

She was breathing hard now, and from the corner of your eye you could see that her free hand had begun to furiously masturbate her rock-hard cock.

She licked the tears off your cheek and bit your face in an animalistic nibble - like an alpha wolf asserting her dominance.

"You're going to beg me properly, like the bitch you are.", she panted in your ear.

She released her iron grip, her indented digits making a squelching sound as they pulled loose from the flesh of your abused testicles.

You groaned. And for one brief, wonderful moment you felt a wave of respite wash over you until --

*CRACK!*

She whipped your tortured, sensitive balls with her open hand with such incredible **** you were amazed she didn't tear them off entirely. The unexpected switch from continuous, squeezing pressure to sudden hard, blunt **** gave the pain in your balls a whole new dimension. As your brain started to process these sensations, your entire body began to spasm uncontrollably and you were hit with dizzying nausea.

*CRACK!*

Again.

It felt like you were being electrocuted through your nuts; shockwave after shockwave of pain pulsing outwards through your stomach and down towards your toes. Your head was spinning and all you could see at this point were dazzling lights.

Vaguely, distantly, you thought you could hear Margaret moaning.

During your pain-induced blindness, she roughly threw up your legs and stood up over you to line her dick up with your asshole - still jacking it all the while.

Her entire nude body was now quivering in excitement, all of her impressive musculature visibly taut under her thin, aged skin. Like a quivered bow, ready to let loose, the now almost Amazonian looking old gorgon towered over you in unrestrained sexual dominance. Framed by her glistening, firm breasts, her nipples - dark and fully erect - were twitching with the aroused bloodflow pumping through them. And her impossibly erect cock, engorged with lust, somehow seemed to have grown at least 3 inches in both length and girth when compared to earlier.

Margaret's pubic forest still matted the base and hung loosely from the bottom of her dick, growing messily upwards to almost a third of the way of her 2 foot long length. Streaks of dark, greying pubes spread outward in all directions from her pelvis, including a sizeable line of curls crossing her bulging lower abs up to her belly-button.

Massive veins, some as thick as your pinky, were pulsing all over her gigantic member's surface, making it visibly jump with every one of Margaret's rhythmic hearbeats. A mixture of sweat and yellow-ish precum was dripping from her piss-slit in thick, gooey gobs, raining down all across your doubled-over, helpless body, splashing you in the eyes and mouth.

"Puh-please, Margaret... P-please stop.. It hursh s-so much... Please, I b-beg you...?", you managed to squeak out pathetically.

Margaret paused, obviously pleased. She looked you directly in the eyes and smiled warmly.

"No."

She spat into your face and rammed her massive rod into your ass.

The pain, even compared to the testicular **** you just survived, was incredible. She really _had _grown even bigger than before - somehow - and your insides were entirely unprepared for the unforgiving girth of Margaret's womanhood tearing into you.

"GOD YES! Take me, you WHORE! Uuunnngggh!!!"

Her uncontrolled lust made sure she was not going to ease into this fuck. She was going to **** you as hard and as violently as she could, and she was pistoning her full size into you straight from the get-go. Her veiny, hairy, throbbing monster dick prolapsed your anus with every outward turn, and her fistlike dickhead punched your insides - visibly distorting your belly - on each inward one.

• SLAP, SLAP, SLAP - echoed through the air, the sound of her sweaty, hard thighs punching your behind as she hilted herself into your hole repeatedly and without mercy.

While she was fucking you, Margaret grabbed your scrotum in her left fist, squeezing until your testicles slipped out between her thumb and index finger - now both distinctly visible, stretched out tightly against your nutsack's pulled skin.

"Males are such impotent little sluts...", Margaret moaned, never pausing her brutal ****.

-SLAP, SLAP, SLAP -

She made eye contact with you and smiled again. You would have closed your legs to protect yourself from what was coming, but you had nowhere near the strength left to even try.

"Let me show you the only thing these pathetic little nuts are good for."

Holding them firmly isolated with her left hand, she balled her right into a fist and rammed it - knuckles first - straight into your outstretched balls.

You were pretty sure you had experienced the worst pain possible by this point. You were wrong. Her earlier slaps were brutal, but even then nothing compared to this. In her vicelike grip, your testicles were completely ****, singled out with nowhere to go, and so bore the full brunt of every impact.

She began to laugh as she saw the pain register in your face and continued to crack her fist into you again and again. With every punch, Margaret's bony knuckles tore into your battered nutsack with a deafening *CRUNCH*.

She was still fucking you, if anything even harder than before. She timed her thrusts such that she synchronized each deeply penetrating thrust with a fresh punch to your balls - punching you both from the inside and out.

Each punch elicited a full-body spasm from you, tightening up your entire body with the ****, nauseating pain. It became clear that this reaction, coupled with your incessant involuntary twitching inbetween, was extraordinarily physically pleasurable to Margaret.

"Hmm, GOD, I just _love _a vibrating fleshlight.", she moaned in ecstacy, right before rocketing the single hardest punch into your testicles so far.

Although at this point you had practically mentally checked out from consciousness, your body still responded by thrashing wildly from the wracking pain. Margaret absolutely squealed in sexual bliss as she continued to pound your abused sluthole.

Her hand finally let go of your (astoundingly still relatively intact) boyhood, and Margaret bent further forward over you, so she could spear her cock as deeply into your body as possible.

Then, you felt her reach out - with her right hand, she grabbed you tightly around the throat. Her left hand she used to cover your whole face and press it painfully hard down into the sand.

Mercilessly, she clamped down on your windpipe and began to **** you. Immediately the panic set in. Still feeling the aftershocks of your genital beating, the sensations combined caused a **** full-body spasming in you. Margaret was grunting unintelligibly in delight and now really began to lay into you, pistoning her enormous, steel-hard cock in and out, in and out with increasing speed - deeply enjoying every ridge pleasuring her dick, every vibrating spasm you produced, and every hoarse, muffled scream she solicited.

Occasionally, she lifted her left hand and slapped you across the face with it, brutally hard, rattling your skull with every blow, **** and fucking you all the while.

She was frenzied - grunting - feral in her sheer sexual ****. Fucking you like a cheap, disposable sextoy. Her entire body was one giant, tensed mass of elderly, sinewy muscle as her massive tool slicked in and out of you for what seemed like hours.

"YES --- YES --- YES --- FUCK -- FUCK --- FUCK", was all Margaret could utter in loud, guttural bursts, her eyes mad with pleasure, spraying you with her rabid spittle as she grunted.

The lack of oxygen was now absolute ****. Margaret's both bony hands now began to dig tightly into your neck, squeezing with all her might, her mighty forearms rippling with the exertion. Your hands clawed at them desperately, but it was like trying to attack a brick wall with a feather. You pitifully gasped and spit all that you could - your eyes were bulging out of your head, and your entire face was turning the color of a deep purple, veins bulging everywhere.

She was squeezing you so hard, and occasionally ramming your head into the ground with such ****, you were convinced that, any second now, your entire head would pop and explode like an overripe grape.

But, then, it happened. Unbelievably, Margaret began to fuck you even quicker and more desperately, and you felt her penis began to inflate alarmingly. She began to grunt continuously, in one, long, protracted guttural cry of bliss and conquest. Her hands finally slipped free of your throat, and you gasped explosively for the sweet influx of air, coughing painfully.

She pressed even further forward, grasping the sand next to your face with her hands, folding you in half even more painfully in the process, smothering your face in her chest, her toes pushing into the sand - as she began to come.

"SLLUUUuuUUUUTTTT!!!!", her throat suddenly exploded with her orgasmic, deafening scream of completion, and her gigantic, veined monstrosity meteored its first load of chunky semen into you - its thick, semi-solid substance shooting deep into you with the comparable **** of a firehose. Immediately, your belly distended absurdly from her gooey deposit, and this was only the first salvo.

She continued to fuck her shecock violently in and out of you as she orgasmed for minute after minute, her entire body shuddering impressively with her sheer satisfaction. Her balls, if you could have seen them, were pulsing visibly with each new deposit of cum, pumping the thick jelly out with ****. Each protracted squirt was accompanied by a fresh, indecipherible scream of pleasure.

Her girthy penis had so tightly sealed your butthole that the flow of semen had nowhere to go but up. And your body, hoping to prevent your stomach exploding like a balloon, had **** but to allow it. Margaret's come gushed into your mouth through your bruised throat, flooding all of your cranial orifices completely. You began coughing and throwing up her thick, horrid-tasting jizz, just as she started to shoot her last rounds into you - hilting you and punching your intestines one last time as she finally eased her frenzied bucking.

Your mouth full, her batter began to ooze out your nose and ears, with the thinner fluids even leaking out the sides of your eyeballs. All you could taste, smell or see - your entire world - was Margaret's rancid cum, bubbling continuously out of you. The copious leaked semen gushed out all over your face, framing your head in a viscous halo of yellowish, foul-smelling cum.

It sounded like Margaret was laughing and moaning orgasmically at the same time, as she gazed on your broken mess of a form - gasping, coughing and sputtering impotently.

But eventually, that, too, finally faded as Margaret's 30-minute long, earth-shattering orgasm came to an end. She was panting heavily - utterly and completely spent and satisfied, shivering, her eyes closed and sweat from her exertion dripping from all over her body.

"Haah.... haah.... haah... ", she panted.

She pulled out slowly, savoring every twitch you made on her way out, until finally her semi-flaccid penis exited your outstretched butthole with an audible "PLOP". Her bubbly, thick semen immediately began to come loose, pulsing out of you in bursts. Because of the incredibe viscosity, each exiting load felt like someone was yanking a huge buttplug out of you, and you helplessly let it happen - twitching and whimpering like an abused puppy.

Margaret stood tall over your body, a foot on either side of your torso, her sweat dripping down on you, as she assessed her work. Her eyes lovingly wandered over your visibly gurgling, distended stomach - your twitching, battered scrotum - your bruised, abrased neck - and the absolute mess she had made of your face, with trails of fresh tears clearing a way through the already drying layers of semen.

"Mmmng, you look so unbelievably sexy like that, you little bitch...", she moaned, idly jacking off her semi-flaccid penis - splattering even more drips of residue cum and waste over you.

Blissfully, you passed out.

As you woke up, you immediately regretted doing so. The pain hit you all over again, all at once - from the still nauseating rhythmic waves of pain radiating out from your abused nuts, to your hoarse throat. At least your stomach, still pulsing in pain from its internal beating, seemed to have mostly emptied its invasive load by now.

You opened your eyes with difficulty, cracking through the encrusted, dried layer of cum that had practically glued them shut. You gagged at the insanely foul smell and taste of Margaret's cum permeating your skull, coughing and throwing up a few gobs still lodged in your throat and nose. Thick, coarse grey pubes were plastered all over you.

Where were you again? What had happened? Oh yeah, the beach, with Mike, and then ---

"Oh good, you're awake, Dougie!"

The voice instantly made you tremble as the memories of the merciless **** and emasculation came flooding back.

You did your best to get up, run away as fast as you could -- but the most your poor, exhausted body could manage was to sit up pitifully, your legs trembling. The movement dislodged even more stuck semen from your insides, causing you to throw up over yourself. The taste was vile - bitter, mouldy and sour, like yoghurt gone horribly bad.

Margaret chuckled.

"Yeah, my jizz tends to have that effect on people. Don't worry, it won't make you sick --- well, nothing too life threatening, at least."

As you looked up, you noticed the sun had now fully set. The beach was bathed, however, in the light of the full moon and stars, as well as the not-too-distant glare of electric lamps that had been strategically distributed around the back of the beach.

Margaret had dressed herself by now, and she was bemusedly leafing through a wallet, it seemed -- to your horror, you realized it was your own.

"Hmm, so you're already 19, huh...", Margaret sighed, sounding almost disappointed the boy she had just **** wasn't underaged.

"Well, you easily look 5 years younger than that, I can tell you that, hot stuff. I swear you have an ass as tight as a 10-year old's."

She actually winked at you as she said it. She tossed your wallet at you casually.

"I assume you'll be needing that. Your clothes are coming with me, though. Just the thought of you having to crawl home naked, pitiful, in that degraded state -- hmmm, almost enough to get me going again." She bit her lower lip sensually.

You blinked at her, terrified. She couldn't be serious.

"Oh, don't worry." She yawned. "You drained me well enough for the night. But don't think that's that - I'll be damned if I let a piece of meat this fine go unbeaten for too long. I have your address and know what school you go to now, and rest assured I'll be coming to pay a visit sooner rather than later."

You choked a little at the thought. For a moment, in spite of all the pain, at least you could tell yourself the nightmare was over.

"No... No, please, no...", you whimpered as you began to cry.

Margaret groaned, casually stroking her dangling cock through her dress.

"Hmm, oh lord, Dougie, surely you know by now that begging like that will just turn me on even more? Or, oh - is that it - do you actually WANT it, you little whore?"

You shook your head violently, splattering the beach around you with gobs of semi-crusty semen.

"Good.", Margaret smiled broadly, showing her slightly yellowed, but otherwise perfect dentures."I like a little unwillingness in my toys. I'll come visit you soon, Dougie -- you better believe I'm looking forward to it."

She blew you a kiss, chuckled, picked up her packed belongings and strode off into the darkness, the sound of her flip-flops echoing across the deserted beach. Leaving you with nothing but your wallet and your shame.