Make her take it in the ass

Oh, I wanted her. I wanted Ria badly, wanted her to feel every inch of me, and with it, to feel all the explosive, pent-up energy from months of pretending that fruitless "making out" was all that I needed.

But I also wanted her degraded. Humiliated. Anguished. I wanted to feel her body yield to mine, and know that it was costing her... For her to know that I was inside her for my pleasure, and I would take that pleasure from her without return, without mercy.

Reaching down, I slid my arm around Ria's petite body, beneath her breasts, lifting her from her hunched-over kneeling on the stage. She let out a pathetic little moan, dead weight in my arms, as I dragged her across the stage and draped her body upon the table.

"Daniel..." She whimpered. "Daniel, why...?"

I glared down into her dark, shining eyes. "You said you would do anything I want. Did you mean it?"

She drew a shaky breath. Her gaze went past me to the men and women in the audience, screaming for her mortification like patrons at a bullfight waiting for the toreador to kill a bull.

"Yes." She let out a small sob. "Yes... I don't want to lose you...!"

Now I felt a real pang of conscience. But I fought it down.

She doesn't want to lose me. So she entrapped me.

"Then stop imagining you get to ask questions." I snarled.

Dragging her hips to the edge of the table, I looked around at the various ratcheted straps built into the thing with some confusion. The MC drew closer and demonstrated how they worked, how they could be wrapped around the table's occupant from various angles and locations, pulling limbs into just about any position I might want, as tight or as loose as I might choose.

Ria's eyes followed me as I pinned her arms above her head, swallowing hard and trying to restrain her own cries. She soon gave up on trying to meet my gaze and shut her eyes, taking longer breaths that failed to arrest the little sobs that shook her chest. When her arms were restrained overhead, it nearly pulled her nipples out from the bustier of her lingerie; I had always loved this position, and how it displayed a woman's bust to the best affect. Recognizing that I was a quick study, the MC untied his bandanna from around Ria's wrists; there was no question that her arms weren't going anywhere.

Now her legs. Up the thighs of her sweetly curved legs, past even the lace garters that held her fishnet stockings in position. Splaying her wide, hearing her gasp as her crotch, in its narrow band of black satin, was put on display; then hearing her grunt, then whimper, as I worked the ratchet, twisting her thighs back, raising her pelvis, exposing the bottoms of her sleek round buttocks where the crotch of her underwear grew even thinner.

"Hey." The MC grunted, tapping me on the shoulder, leaning in to be heard over the crowd. "Your girl about to get buggered?"

I smiled coldly, nodding.

"...And you're her first?"

"In just about everything."

"A'right, then. Word to the wise: Don't let up on her, no matter how much she cries. Take what you want, and make her take what you want, and make her see you doing it. Don't ease up until you spurt. You're never going to have a better chance to demand her respect, to show her who's in charge. If she finds she can whine her way out of this, she'll hold that on you forever."

For a moment I felt offended, angry. Then I took it from another angle, and felt grateful. This was what I had wanted, after all; this was why the audience was here. To drown any feelings I might have in the moment that what I was doing to Ria might be wrong. To cheer me on as I took what I wanted. What I needed. And, dammit, what I deserved.

Standing, facing Ria, splayed out in her bonds, I took a deep breath and savored the sight of her. Such a pretty girl, was my Ria. So long had I waited to partake of all that tight tawny body had to offer. Now I would indulge in her in every way I could!

Leaning over her, I grabbed the top of that bustier, my fingers brushing against those soft breasts that for so long I had barely been allowed to fondle through cloth. The piece was held together by a series of small hooks; I pushed them against her torso as I opened them, one by one, before pulling it open, baring the top half of her torso. Her breasts were small, but firm, pert, and perfect, her nipples a brown so deep it was almost charcoal.

And the crowd loved the sight of them, too.

The little apron-skirt that hung down, I simply jerked until the elastic snapped, casting it away. Then the panty, almost a thong- scandalous for a girl like Ria, fairly modest for most of the women who had shared my bed in the past. It tore away from her hips with a snap, and joined the apron in a wadded pile. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, undoubtedly just for what she imagined would be her "romantic" first time. The lips of her pussy were curves leading into dusky shadow.

She was smiling at me, trying to be brave, her eyes still tilted and filled with tears as I grasped my stiff manhood in my fist and rubbed it back and forth, her saliva still glistening on its length.

"Yes, Daniel. I know, I know you've waited too long... If this is what you want... Have me... I want it... I want it, too..."

I spat on my hand, pushing the fluid onto the tips of my index and middle fingers. My hand went down to her pelvis, first touching the soft, heated folds of her cunt, then moving below it.

Her brow quirked, then her eyes widened.

"Wait... What are you...? No. Daniel, no!"

Now my hands went up to hold her hips, and it was as well, because she was starting to thrash and arch on the table, to little avail.

"No! Dan, NO! You can't- I don't- That's not an entrance, that's sick, don't-!"

"YES, DAN, YES!" Barked someone in the throng. The crowd laughed.

"Please, Dan, I don't want this! I- you don't want this, you c-can't...! That's not for sex, it's dirty, it's... it's...!"

And then, though Ria kept pleading, she was voted down.

"STICK IT IN HER!" "SHOW HER WHO'S BOSS!" "BUGGER THE LITTLE BITCH!" "BUST THAT TIGHT LITTLE TAIL!" "FUCK THAT ASS, FUCK IT, MAKE HER CRY!"

Her hips twisted, but the tight straps on her thighs made it useless. I probed with the head of my cock, felt the spasming ring of her anus.

Her back rose and fell, rose and fell, shaking her breasts, her eyes wild and frantic, her hair whirling about her face as she screamed no, no, no.

My thumbs bit into her pelvic bone, my fingers into her buttocks, and I pushed.

"UNNHH--"

The grunt strained between my teeth as I fought against the unrelenting tightness of her. The spit, hers and mine, was helping, but barely- it still burned as I made the slightest headway.

"NO! NO, DANIEL, NO! NOT THERE!"

"UNHHH--"

It was yielding, turning inward, I was almost there.

Come on. Come on, break, Ria, you fucking bitch.

"UNNNHH--AAHH!"

"AAAAGGGGHHHH!"

And then the head was inside of her, inside of my Ria's tight, too tight, hot little asshole.

"YEAHHHHH!" "THAT'S IT, SERVE IT UP HOT FOR THE SLUT'S ASS!" "SLAM THAT ASSHOLE, SLAM IT 'TIL IT SPLITS!"

"Pull it OUT! Daniel, Daniel, it HURTS- it feels so WRONG, you're HURTING ME--!"

Yes. Yes I was.

PUSH.

"OWWWW! No, no don't go any deeper-!"

PUSH.

"OW! OW! Okay, okay, just stop there, ease back, please-!"

PUSH.

"OWWWW! I can't! I can't do this, I can't take it-!"

"ASS-FUCK THAT BINT! MAKE HER SCREAM!"

All the way in, mashing against her, riding into her screaming, tensed, shaking body all the way. Feeling her body pulsing around my cock, clenching- I couldn't even imagine how deep I was actually inside of her, but her belly was throbbing, her breasts heaving as I **** the fullness of my girth inside of her asshole.

Her hands were in fists above her head, nails biting hard into the skin of her palms. Cords stood out from her neck, and every high-pitched pant and wheeze that escaped from her contorted mouth spoke to the pain of my initial penetration.

Back, slow, her body refusing to release me, feeling her pelvis quiver, shaking gasps bursting from her lungs.

Forward, hard, deep, plowing into her ass, jiggling her buttocks, slamming her pelvis back. Hearing her scream.

"THAT'S IT!" "RIDE THE WHORE!" "DESTROY HER!"

Back, slow.

"Nuh-nuh-no, no, please-!"

Forward, hard, deep, piercing her.

"OWWWW!"

Taking her ass.

"OWWWWWW! Oh- Oh, Oh God, you're going to ruin me---!"

Using it.

"OWWWWWW! T-too hard...! Too DEEP--!"

Claiming it.

"OWWWWWWWWW!"

I looked up from my intense focus on Ria's jerking, jiggling body to see the MC. From somewhere on the stage, he had brought forth a wide leather strap, nearly two inches thick, and wrapped part of it for a secure grip around one fist.

He nodded at my sobbing betrothed, and I understood perfectly what he meant. With one word, he would start bringing that strap down on Ria's tender body, further enhancing my pleasure with her pain, if I willed it.