Whip her belly

Ria's plaintive cries heralded my efforts as I **** her tight asshole to accept the full course of my shaft. As she writhed in the wake of my thrusts, my gaze was captivated by watching her abdomen swell and tighten as I harrowed her guts, the pitching of her slender navel, the **** softness that encapsulated the punishing pistoning she endured within.

"Whip her belly," I snarled.

Swinging the strap around, the MC brought the leather down with a withering crack on Ria's stomach. Her cry of distress was cut off into a grunt as a shock of air departed her diaphragm; more, I could feel her channel clench around me as I followed up the blow with a deliberate spearing deep into the core of her bowels.

The crowd howled as though the blow's report were the starting gun of a race.

"ALL RIGHT! HIT HER WHERE SHE'S SOFT!" "PUNISH THE SLUT!"

Ria's eyes widened as she gasped for air through her recently assaulted throat; her mouth twisted in anguish as my girth **** heedlessly through her gripping asshole.

"...Again!"

Her soft, trim abdomen buckled around the shock of the strap, her ribs becoming prominent as her midriff caved inward. Her breasts jiggled as her body jerked within the bounds of the straps, trying to protect her afflicted core.

And perhaps most satisfying, I could see all the better the bulge emitting from beneath her pelvis when I again slammed into her ass, felt the suctioning grip as her belly collapsed.

"...Harder," I growled, pulling back for another merciless attack on Ria's guts.

Ria looked on me with shock and betrayal as the leather rose once more. But soon enough, there was no space left in her mind for the emotional consequences of what befell her; there was only the deep and intimate agony that I was inflicting upon her sullied body.

I swore I can feel the cramping wracking her belly as the strap rose dusky purple blooms on her jerking abdomen, though not as the pain my pretty Ria experienced, but rather as the rolling waves of pressure as her tender stomach struggled to endure the **** on its yielding contents. I could see in her quivering how each thrust bursting through her cramping muscles magnified her suffering two-fold, five-fold, ten-fold.

"Tight," I hissed. "Oh, so tight... Make me **** it, Ria. Make me hurt you...!"

"GUT THE WHORE!" "SHOVE IT IN DEEP!" "RUIN HER! RUIN THAT LITTLE ASS!"

The blows came faster; it was cruel game, to pierce her deep at the perfect moment after the strap landed, to make her ass take it just when it was straining the hardest. Ria's breaths were piping wheezes, the constant onslaught on her diaphragm making it hard to draw more than the shallowest of breaths.

"That's it. That's it. Be sodomized like a bad girl, Ria. Bad girls get their asses wrecked... Because it's so good to punish them... To bully them... For men to drive their hard cocks where they shouldn't go, into their tight... little... ass...!"

Leaning into her with a roar, I put my weight into the thrust, my manhood jerking inside of her, pumping six months of angry seed deep into her straining, suffering guts.

As I withdrew my throbbing cock, the noise of the audience was cut with a loud, ripping sound as Ria passed gas, her afflicted pucker stuttering and gaping as a wet wad of my scum trickled from her punished asshole.

The contrast of white cum and brown skin was as delightful as I imagined. But I didn't let her know, of course."You gross little jade," I sneered. "Farting cum out of your dirty asshole, in front of all these people?"

I knew Ria likely couldn't help it; between the battering of the strap and the penetrations, her bowels were a contracting semi-vacuum with little but cum and air inside of them. I also knew that as a creature born to her family's high caste, to be seen so vulgar in front of all these "low" people was worse than mortifying, and her flushing face was caused by more than her struggles for air.

With a cruel smirk, I nodded to the MC.

The strap came down hard on Ria's belly once more. She gave a piteous groan, and another burst of foulness was ejected from her twitching asshole. The audience laughed and hooted and called her every cruel name as if I had cued them.

"What's the matter, my bride?" I asked. "Can't keep shut your fuck hole?"

Ria was crying hard, harder for my calling her my bride. "D-Daniel... Daniel...!"

I poked my finger against the flushing, spasming ring.

"Because make no mistake, little flower," I continued, "This is a fuck hole, now... And you will serve me with it, as I choose...!"