Time seems to have crawled to a stop.

It's like those movies where the protagonist sees the bullet flying towards them, while a drop of sweat slowly crosses the screen before exploding in tiny droplets. And, just like in those movies, the second the bullet hits, the action seems to move along even faster than before.

The tip presses on and gravity pulls you down, spreading you apart. The feeling is unescapable. You can feel it progressing inside you, further and further. You haven't felt this way for months. It's incredible, and the mix of loathing, shame, lust and pleasure is an explosive substance that ought to be banned from civilian use. You can't help it and the moan escapes your lips, an "uuuh" that belies all you believe in. And then that mushroom head of his hits your cervix, pushing it in. It hurts. Your moan becomes a cry, your trashing more urgent, and suddenly he's pulling out, bringing relief and more pleasure, and then he pulls you back hard.

And suddenly things reaccelerate, indeed. He's locking you, his strong hands on your butt and back, you're straight pinned to the cold wall, your tits are harder than steel and you're so wet your pussy seems to obscenely gush noisy liquid sounds as he moves inside you, like pistons in a high performance car... like his American ride, a black Dodge Charger he's insanely proud of. Obviously, right now, you're his American ride. And he's pushing all your buttons. And, yes, you're roaring to life as he takes full control over you. You can feel the orgasm building up, filling the need you've been tolerating all day, in ways you haven't experienced... since you left him. You can feel the shame and the hate inside you, growing, almost symmetrically, as your soul watches you powerlessly debase yourself. You can feel the **** pleasure that derives from being used in such a terrible, mind-wrecking manner.

And then it hits you, like a freight train. You orgasm like there is no tomorrow, and he keeps fucking you, again and again, sending you overboard, rolling a secondary, a ternary orgasm over the first... If your mind was a city, the first wave would have wrecked the protection barriers, the second collapsed the sea front and waves would now be bringing the financial district down. You abandon all pretence at trying to resist. You can't, not anymore. He never asked. You resent him for that. You still hate him, despise his very being, but despite that, you're experiencing your strongest orgasm ever.

Breathless, you bring your eyes level with his. His ghost of a sneer has blossomed in a full-grown one, and his blue eyes carry meaning. You see yourself as he sees you, mirrored in those eyes. A wanton slut, an easy fuck who submits to a superior male as he expresses an inkling of desire. A cold ice ball hits you in the stomach, and meets the fireball of his cock rushing through your vagina. The strength of the resulting psychological explosion is indescriptible. You feel like you're free-falling into a pit dark as night. You can't tell for sure, but it seems you're losing consciousness.