Try to resist

You will yourself to resist, fighting against your body's apparent desire to submit. You writhe and struggle, trying to push Jack off, but your are hampered by his strength and your position face down on the car seat. His fingers probe you, and you try to stifle a moan, but can't help yourself.

"Starting to love it, aren't you Lisa?" he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against you. "You're starting to crave the cock. Don't worry darling, you'll soon be impaled." You sob as he chuckles, his hands roaming freely over you, his knees pushing your thighs apart.

"No!" you scream, struggling against him. "No! Get off of me you fucker! Don't touch me!" Your voice is shrill and panicked, and you hear him chuckle again, his hands seemingly everywhere.

"I'm going to do more than touch you Lisa. I'm going to possess you. I'm going to own you. Before I'm done you're going to beg for more. You're already wet and juicy, your hot little cunt dripping for me, your nipples hard as little pebbles. Taste yourself Lisa," he says putting some fingers wet with your pussy juices into your mouth. The taste of your arousal is maddening, and you squirm beneath him, no longer sure if it's to escape or to excite you both.

You're gasping and sobbing and writhing, your mind a whirl of emotions, your body on fire with unwelcome arousal. But is it so unwelcome, a part of you asks. Isn't this the fantasy you've wanted, the one you've imagined as you pleasured yourself? You groan, feeling his fingers deep inside you, spreading you, readying you.

You find yourself arching your hips, pressing your ass up towards him in a gesture of surrender, the gesture of an overheated bitch to the male about to mount her. About to claim her. About to own her. You groan helplessly, deep in your throat, an anguished sound of fear and lust and confusion.

You can feel him fumbling behind you, unzipping his pants, and you renew your struggles. But now they are more like the writhing submissions of a female animal needing to be fucked than a woman trying to escape. You feel his hardness press against you, sliding easily between your lubricated lips, then driving into you, impaling you as he holds your hips and takes you as you scream in defeat and excitement.

He fucks you with long steady strokes, his cock filling you, possessing you. You're moaning in despair and lust, your ass pushing up to take him deeper, your cunt contracting to squeeze his impaling cock tight. You can feel your excitement building, hating your body for it's betrayal, but loving the sensation of sexual heat that is spreading from your pussy throughout your ravished body.

He plows your pussy, grunting as he fucks you, his hands squeezing your tender flesh. You're moaning and begging incoherently, begging him to stop and begging him to go harder and begging to come. Your pussy feels on fire, your excitement building, drowning your rational mind, wanting more cock, more fucking, more pleasure.

When he thrusts a finger into your ass you scream and buck, your orgasm rocking your helpless body, your pussy spasming and squeezing him. He's grunting rhythmically as he fucks you, his pace quickening. His cock feels hot and hard inside you as you come on it, over and over, spurred to orgasm by his impalement of your cunt and your ass. You're crying and coming and writhing under him, your hips rocking, your body urging him to come, to empty his seed into you.

With long groan he drives into you, filling you completely. You can feel his cock throb and pulse and the heat of his semen flooding your abused pussy. You moan in pleasure, coming again, rocking and writhing and trying to drain every drop out of him.