Whip her breasts

I was starting to perspire with the work of forcing my cock through Ria's straining anus, but it was no matter. It was easily the most rewarding exertion I could remember, all the sweeter for feeling her bowels try to stymie my penetrations and fail, over and over again.

"Yes," I growled through bared teeth, "But I want you to gag her, first." I looked down into my fiancee's stricken, howling face to make certain she heard me. "I want her to hurt more than she ever imagined while I destroy her tight little asshole, but I don't want her to imagine for a second that she can make me stop."

"OWWW- OOOOOO...! Daniel!... Please! PLe-EEEEEASE, DANIEL...!?"

And then the MC's retrieved handkerchief was in her mouth; he was tying it around the back of her head, tying it so tight that it bit into the sides of her mouth, and her wet plum lips were contorted in a grimace of anguish around the red cloth.

"EEEOOOOMGHH!... fffffop...! ekk iff ffffop...!"

Good enough. I didn't have to understand her pleadings if I chose not to, and soon enough she wasn't going to even have the concentration left to plead.

I pumped hard, watching her neck rise, her pelvis lurch, her head beat back against the table as I slammed my full length into her hot, strangling asshole. The MC raised the leather strap again, as if I had forgotten.

"Her breasts," I snapped.

There was an audible whoosh as the strap cut through the air, then cleaved across the tops of Ria's breasts. The small orbs flattened dramatically with the impact, buckling back and lighting up with a rude weal of purple across her soft brown skin.

"naaauhhhhhhh!"

"WOOOOOOOO!" "SMACK THOSE TITTIES!"

There was seemingly nothing I could do to hurt Ria that the audience cheering me on wouldn't love. Their mania seemed to amplify my passion, spurring me on to bury myself ever deeper and harder in my slender girlfriend's clutching butt.

"Go ahead," I barked, looking down into Ria's squinted, sobbing eyes. "Hit her."

This time, he struck the undersides of her breasts. They jimmied wonderfully, and when I plunged myself into her bowels, the breath she took in to wail carried the pitching of those marvelous, vandalized tits on and on in a hypnotizing dance.

"POUND- THAT- ASS! POUND- THAT- ASS!"

My grip on Ria's pelvis was so tight that I knew it would leave bruises, though she would be lucky if those were the most livid marks she carried away tonight. My fingers bit into her buttocks, and the shake of that flesh with every thrust was one more cue as to just how hard I was fucking her.

And while I hardly needed another such cue- every sob, every breath, every tensed tendon and shuddering limb was testament to how devastating the sodomy was to poor Ria- it was still one more spike to my raging testosterone, my unchecked libido.

"Harder," I snapped, and strove to keep up.

"POUND- THAT- ASS! POUND- THAT- ASS! POUND- THAT- ASS! POUND- THAT- ASS!"

The friction inside of her, the stutter as my furious thrusting reamed her anal passage, the juddering pause as I persisted and plowed through into the curve of her rectum... I knew I might be sore, later, using my cock almost like a weapon to bore Ria's ass. At this moment, there was only pleasure; the adrenalin and testosterone and dopamine let nothing else through, just the wicked pleasure of punching into my sweet Ria's bowels.

The MC continued to witheringly slap the leather into Ria's swelling breasts, high and low, high and low; I timed my thrusts with the blows, leading her up to pinnacles of suffering. The purple across those mounds grew darker and darker.

But her nipples remained unsullied, prominent and even erect on those swells of afflicted flesh. Perhaps her body was confused in the well of new and powerful sensations. Perhaps there was some tiny part of my Ria that exulted in being made to submit.

And I knew he was waiting for me to ask it.

"...Do it...!" I roared, rising my stabbing into Ria's restrained asshole to a furious pace. "Lash her nips...!"

Her body arched as the leather came down on those tight buds, screeching through her gag, making it wet with spittle as I rammed my cock into her ass.

"Harder...!"

"POUND- THAT- ASS! POUND- THAT- ASS! POUND- THAT- ASS! POUND- THAT- ASS!"

The contraction that shook her body did not desist as I slammed myself into her body as deep and hard as I could. She would know me. She would know that her body was mine, to be taken for my pleasure, to submit and surrender utterly to my desire.

"HARDER...!"

And I watched her nipples buckle under the merciless strap as I rammed through her asshole, nails biting into her ass, and released, flooding her guts with my seed, with my need, with six months of frustration and lust and spite. Desecrating her. Owning her.

Conquering her.

Only when I released my hold on her and pulled back did she slowly sink back out of her arch, her spine returning to the table as she sobbed. I was dimly aware that the crowd was cheering me.

My cum oozed from her inflamed asshole as it gaped, spasming, trying to return to its normal slight proportions. It would be tight enough again, soon, but I had little doubt it would never be quite as it had been.

Yes. Yes.

Oh, Ria, Ria. Did you know what kind of man you wanted to be your husband? Did you ever really know?

Well you would. Before the night was out, you would. And there would be no turning back.