I remember asking my father one night why I had the crescent marking on my right hand. He said it was part of our family’s tradition. All the men born in his line had a sun- a symbol of our family. He told me the story of my ancestors. They were as different as day and night. Their families were at war with each other. They fell in love and married ending the feud. So, it had become tradition to mark the men with suns and women with moons to symbolize that night and day can come together. He said that’s why sunrise and sunset were so beautiful. Because night and day are opposites but compliment each other perfectly. He was much better at telling the story but to this day I stop at sunset and think of my father.

The day my life changed started out like any other. I tended to my chores with Jason, my brother and afterward we went scavenging in the woods for berries. We were laughing and playing when we heard the screams coming from the village. It had always been a small, peaceful village and the only time you could hear sounds from our valley was when there was a celebration. We ran back to see our village in shambles. People were running around like crazy. The houses were on fire and Dad’s horses were trying to break through the fences to get away from the flames of our house. Jason grabbed my arm and told me to stay with him as he crouched behind some bushes. We hid there for a while and then I saw Ella. She was bundled up in the middle of the road. Maria, her mother, lay dead in front of her. With all the commotion coming from the village I could still hear Ella crying. The blankets she was wrapped in wiggling as her young body fought to wake her dead mother.

I couldn’t sit by any longer. I was only eight years old but I knew that no one was going to save that poor little girl and the invading soldiers had already come dangerously close to trampling her several times. I whispered to Jason that I’d be right back and ran down the hill into the village. I hid between a burning house and some bags of grain as I tried to find a time to dart between soldiers and villagers and pick up the crying child. I turned to run back to my hiding place and there stood the largest man I had ever seen in my life. He grabbed me as I held Ella protectively and dragged us to the goat’s pen where they were gathering the villagers. Once they had searched the rest of the village for valuables they began to divide us. Young men, old men, young women, and old women. I looked everywhere for my mother but couldn’t find her. They took the old men and women and locked them in the flaming town meeting house and made the rest of us listen as the screams grew in a frantic cry and then died out as our loved ones died.

Next the soldiers took the young men and tied them together and marched them out of town. With everyone gone but the young women the soldiers turned on us with grins. They took the thin ones with large breasts first. Pulling them aside and ripping off their clothes. The leaders of the group walked up and down the line choosing the ones they preferred. They bent them over and began forcing themselves inside the women. I’ll never forget the screams and looks on their faces as they were raped. I was young at the time and didn’t completely understand what was going on. But I knew that they were doing terrible things to my friends and neighbors.

Out of all the women abused that day I remember Tanna the most. She had always been the prettiest girl in the village. One soldier made her suck on his member. At first she refused but he slapped her and she opened her mouth for him. At the time I didn’t understand why a man would want to put himself in a woman’s mouth. I’ll never forget the evil grin that crossed his face as she took him in her mouth. Or the moans that escaped his lips…they were the most awful sound I ever heard.

Tanna was crying by the time he removed himself from her and her tears were streaking down her soot and dirt smudged face and breasts as he stepped behind her. She turned and grabbed at him begging him not to do what he had planned next but he hit her again and as she fell he grabbed her hips and turned her so she was on all fours in front of him. With one thrust he pushed himself inside her and she screamed in pain, clawing at the ground to get away from him. He grunted and groaned as he pulled against her burying himself in her. After a few minutes he threw his head back and gave a few hard thrusts before he removed himself and called another soldier over. The next soldier placed himself behind her and used her in the same way. This went on with each soldier signaling to another when he finished. At one point Tanna passed out but the men kept using her. Then she was revived with a bucket of water and the first man took another turn with her.

I stared around me as most of the women in the village were used in this way. Some taking two men into themselves at a time. Alane, a nice girl who had always been shunned by the village was the only one not crying. I remembered my mother saying she was unpure. I wondered if that had something to do with it. I watched as she smiled as the men took her. She bucked and undulated against them. Smiling as their fluid filled and covered her. I couldn’t understand why she was so happy. The men were lining up to use her. She would place one in her mouth and the man would moan as he grabbed her head and forced himself deep in her mouth. She would greedily grab his rear in an effort to force him deeper. At one point I was shocked to see that she was on top of one man while another was behind her and another had himself in her mouth. She was holding the penises of two other men in her hands pulling on them while she moaned.

This went on for what seemed like hours. I would occasionally look into the forest for Jason but I couldn’t see him. I hoped with all my heart that he had escaped. I also looked for my mother who was nowhere to be found.

When the soldiers were finished they rested and drank and ate. Once they had their strength back they tied us up and made us follow them while they rode on horseback. As we marched out of the village I saw my mother’s body laying in front of our burning house. My poor mother!

Sometimes they would stop at a river and let us drink. Other times they would give us each a small piece of bread. Other resting spots were just an opportunity for the men to use the women again. This went on for days. Finally we crossed the border into Lalicland. I knew where we were because my father had taken me there once.

After another day’s walk we got to a busy city. We were made to bathe in the river and were not allowed to dress as we were walked back into the center of town. There were the Laliclanders crowded around a small stage. We were marched up one by one as people bid on us. My mind shut down as I realized what was to become of us. We were being sold as slaves. I thought back to my happy life in my small village. I wondered why I hadn’t just stayed with my brother up in the hills under the cover of the forest.

Just then Ella grabbed my leg, bringing me back to the present. I looked down at those blue eyes and I realized that I had made the only choice I could. Ella and I were placed on the stage together. We were sold to a handsome man. He was rough and mean looking but I imagined to myself that perhaps he could be kind if we were good slaves.

We were dragged off the stage and I watched as the man exchanged money for us. It looked like a lot but I was unfamiliar with Lalicland currency. He grabbed us by the ropes around our wrists and dragged us out of the square. Ella looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and asked, "Mama, where are we going now?"

The customs queue moves slowly like all such official inspections until you are in front of the desk and the routine questions come one after another, but you can tell from the expression of the security officer something isn’t quite right. Sure enough he calls someone of the phone and you and your bags are separated from the line and escorted to a plain looking conference room where you are instructed to sit. Taking a chair you wonder what is going to happen, but the officers are quiet, yet you sense in spite of the lack of words that you are clearly being detained. After an endless wait of about ten minutes a tall, blond woman comes in and judging from the reaction of the other officers, is it clear she is very senior in rank to the other police officers. She sits opposite of you, looks in a file and after a few moments, looks up and you and begins.

“Your name shows up as a match on our watch lists. Have you ever been associated with any known criminal or terrorist groups or perhaps a charity working primarily in Islamic counties? Or have you traveled to any middle-eastern nation in the last ten years?”

“No, to both questions. This is my first trip to the United States and I have never traveled outside of Europe.”

"Well I don’t know why you are showing up. It may be as simple as a clerical error, but the only quick resolution is to finger print you and then for a hour or two you will have to be detained. You will be released just as soon as your identity is confirmed. Chuck,” she said to one of the male officers. “Please fingerprint her and take her to restraint three. Call me when you arrive and I’ll come right down.”

20 minutes later you are standing outside a room with a small sign reading Restraint III. The female officer who interviewed you arrived and escorts you by yourself into the room. You look around at the 10 by 10 foot room with a couple of plain chairs on either side of a low table sort of like a coffee table and a non-enclosed metal sink and toilet. There are bars covering the single window and one long bar across the ceiling with two heavily padded wrist restraints. Before you can begin to worry more about you surroundings the woman begins to speak.

“This will be your home until your prints come back. I need you to strip off everything for your initial search."

“Everything?”

“Yes, completely nude sweety. It wouldn’t do at all for you to have something on you that you shouldn’t, so I will haven to look you over and check your clothes before you can redress.” She smiled reassuringly.

You look about the room. No place of privacy. Nothing else to do but take it all off so you turn away from her and remove your blouse and pants. Sitting down you take off you shoes and socks, the titled floor seeming unnaturally cold to your bare feet the chill seeming to run through your whole body your nipples hardening instantly. You reach back and unhook the bra allowing your full breasts to fall free and they stand proudly outward proclaiming your sex. Eager to get it over with you ditch your panties and the woman motions you over under the bar.

“Just raise your arms so they can be restrained while I search you.”

“Do I have to be tied up?”

“Yes. It is policy to never be alone searching someone unless they are restrained or double guarded. It protects us both. If you don’t want to be restrained I can call in two other officers to witness, but I am the only woman on right now and it would be two male officers watch as I do a full body search including your body cavities.

You raise you arms and allow her to firmly attach them to the cuffs, your arms now above your head as if you are a robbery victim being held up. She steps close to your face and her hands run up the back of you neck gently, even sensually running through your hair, massaging your scalp exploring every inch they pass over missing nothing and yet waves of sheer sensual pleasure run unexpectedly through you. Finishing your hairline she explore your ears, her fingers as soft as a tongue as you struggle to avoid the sighs of pleasure that threaten to escape your lips. Like an eager tongue the fingers find entrance to your mouth where you eagerly suck them as she finger fucks your mouth in an erotic imitation of a blowjob. Then she checks the rest of your face and neck with her wet fingers, before sliding lower over your shoulders and running the length of your up stretched arms, before probing gently past you under arms and immediately down over your heaving breasts, the pink nipples straining by this point for attention.

She instinctively knows what a woman’s breasts most need and she cups you breasts, her finger and hands bringing you more pleasure than any man has ever given you causing a flood of wetness between your legs. She is rougher than any man has ever been without causing you your any real pain as she pinches and pulls your sweet little tips twisting and tugs as you writhe helplessly with real passion fired by her insistent lust for you. Her hands check your belly and then she moves behind you examining your back and buttocks, before moving down your legs. Reaching the heal she moves to the front and lifts each foot teasing it with your tongue and sucking the toes before her hands move back up your legs toward the seething volcano your pussy has become. “Spread your legs!” She commands and you willing separate them as far as possible while standing and you feel her fingers spreading your inner labia open as she examines you with an almost clinical detachment and then four fingers ram inside of you like a huge cock fucking and probing amid the huge amount of aroused wetness you have produced. You scream, but the hand doesn’t stop. It feels as if her whole arm is inside if you as it fucks you mercilessly, in and out, probing your G-spot as even more wetness drips from you, your body responding like a champion to this violation and taking pleasure from it, while your mind confused and unsure struggles to catch up.

She takes you to the edge of climax over and over but never quite lets you cum. Then the fingers withdraw and covered in your own juices they begin probing your anal opening thankfully only two enter you and once more you are fucked close to climax but not allowed to find release. Your body has built the most massive supply of pent up sexual tension awaiting release you have ever experienced and you moan is disappointment when her fingers exit your pussy. She stand in front of you looking over you naked and suffering body, now covered is sweat, your breath coming in ragged gulps and smelling of your extreme sexual arousal. She kisses you open-mouthed and full of passion, her lips crushing yours as her tongue penetrates your mouth and then her lips slide down to you nipples where you whimper and pant as she extracts ever more pleasure working them for 15 minutes sucking and licking as you aroused body begins pouring so much liquid arousal out of your sex that is now dripping down your legs and off your labia to the floor. The need for release is desperate and it seems forever before she at last moves to your aching womanhood. Once more she pulls you labia open exposing your dripping opening and the super excited and erect pink bud of pleasure. She just looks at you more minutes and just when you don’t think you can stand it any longer, her tongue flicks just once over the tip of your organ and you explode into the more powerful orgasm of you life aware of nothing other than the waves of pleasure and your moans.

Opening you eyes, you are aware of how wet you are between your legs, but everything else seems wrong. The room, the woman, the reality of where you have been, have all vanished and you are still cuddled under your jacket on the plane. It has all been a dream. Well almost all, you are so wet that your pants have soaked through to the seat leaving a small damp spot. You grab you carry on bag to get out some new clothes and head to the lavatory to change the wet and clinging pants, thankful you packed another outfit in your carry on luggage. Once inside you sit down your fingers quickly bringing relief to your swollen clitoris. Just as you finish changing and exit the lavatory the lights come on and the pilot announces you are approaching New York. Stowing the carry on once more you take one of the unoccupied seats letting your jacket cover the seat with the wet spot of female arousal.

It has all been a fantasy borne of transatlantic sexual expectations. So maybe you won’t be taken by a female police officer. You will certainly be sexually taken, and you smile at the thought because Thomas will be waiting for you and you are already wet, willing, indeed you are eager for him.

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It was 7:00, soon time to leave the house. She walked in the towel and critically overlooked her cupboard. She decided to wear sports pants, which were very nice, since they were very tight around her ass and kept falling down, showing off her poweful asscrack. Luckily, in school she had no uniform, and even though there were some school rules about clothing, and however crazy the teacher went about 6 grade girls dressing like sluts on Tverskaya, girls are always same.

Anna wore a hot tank top, which barely shower her belly, but offered a nice sight for her big bad breasts. As the usual routine, she sat on the bus and fell asleep listening to her ipod. In school she went to her normal classes - she was in grade 9, freshman.

First class went as usual, but she kept feeling the eyes of boys behind her drilling into her asscrack, which was showing some good 5 centimeters of its might. Horniness filled her, as she kept rotating bending over and getting up to sharpen pencils, get paper or just stretch. But it was boring, they guys did nothing and got nothing but boners.

Next class, chemistry was quite similar. This time behind her were Andy and John. They were quite different - Andy was a shy white kid and John was big black motherfucker. She pretended to ignore them, while accurately listened to her whispers, amused by Andy's discussion of her breasts and John's accurate descriptions of how he would rip her asshole and rape the shit out of it. Anna felt wet and proud. She was dressed up and she felt that she needs a reward.

She was about to turn around and start flirting with them, but then decided against it. If they wanted something, they should work to achieve it So she walked out to lunch with those thoughts. Bad thoughts.

She decided to take a hook to the bathroom so Anna went by the art room. Suddenly, somone pulled her in by the hand and closed her mouth with a hand. Before she could realize what was happening her pants were pulled off and her tank top was basically ripped off. Before her stood Andy and John both naked.

"What the fuck is going..." - Anna started but John ripped her underpants and bra off. Until the end of the incest, she could say a word. John placed his swollen dick, aimed it for her pussy and rammed it into her vagina like a knight breaking in into a medieval castle. Andy set her front up on the table, and before Anna could scream, a wet white dick was in her mouth, uncontrolably begging for attention.

John grabbed her by the hips and kept pounding onto her poor pussy like there in no tomorrow. Andy was shyly but firmly shoving his dick in her mouth, twisting and pinching her tits. After a few minutes of struggle, Anna decided that it would be just easier to participate in the fun willingly, so she started sucking Andy off and tried not to scream with the pain in her pussy.

Things got more intense when Alex came in. He was a fat kid. FAT. like a whale. And he wanked off to Anna's myspace pictures EVERYDAY. so basically he jumped on top of her (the art table barely survived), twisted himself and john and started intesely fucking her anus home.

Anna was just moaning, but now with the double penetration for her virgin genitals, she could hold the scream. She screamed and sucked, she couldn't breathe, she was dying with pain everyhwere, pain and sensation. The guys comed and switch at the circle.

Now Alex was at the mouth, Andy was beating her pussy, and John put his big black dick into her asshole and tortured it like a nasty man. Boys kept switching in circles as time passed and tehy came, Anna couldn't scream or move anymore, she came in and out of consiousness, so the person at her mouth would jsut mastrubate himself and come on her stomach, and just play with her body.

After about 4 hours of intense rape (school was already over and they missed 2 classes), the boys left, leaving Anna on the table, naked, having been comed 7 times in her pussy, 5 in her anus, 3 in her mouth and 8 all over her. She was sleeping.

On a tray, I placed a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, and a note telling her to put the cuffs on and connect them to the pair hanging from the ceiling after blindfolding herself.  After I pushed the tray through, I walked to the room and watched as my toy followed my instructions.  With that, I activated a winch, slowly raising her until she was on her tiptoes.  When I walked in to the room, there was a beautiful sight that I was left in awe of.  The object of my desire was standing there in front of me, and she had no idea who it was that was doing this to her.  I got close to her and blew on her nipples.  Rochelle started to cry, begging me to let her go.  I just shushed her and rubbed her back.  I had brought in some canned whipped cream and a riding crop as well as other toys in a bag with me. 

I set down the cream and walked behind her, dragging the small piece of plastic along her body.  Rochelle began to cry, “Why are you doing this?  Please don’t hurt me?  I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.”  Tired of hearing her beg, I brought back the crop and struck her on her left tit.  She let out a scream, and begged for me to stop.  I hit her again, this time on her right tit.  I hit her square on her erect nipple (I kept the room very cool).  Rochelle kept screaming, and I have to admit, I began to get a little hard.  Being in control was hot and I loved it.  I stopped for a second, letting her think that I was done, and then brought it down, on her ass.  I continued to punish her small ass until it started to bleed slightly.  As she hung there, sobbing quietly, I put down the crop and pulled out some rope from my bag, securing her with some rings, spread eagle to the floor.

I took a step back to admire my work, and then went in to tease her a little.  I dropped to my knees, right in front of her tight pussy, and blew some air on it.  She whimpered a little and said, “Please don’t do this.”  She could ask all that she wanted, but soon enough, she would be mine.  I picked up the can, stood up, and put the nozzle to her lips.  I sprayed some whipped cream on her lips.  At first she didn’t know what it was, but she licked her lips and took some in.  After, I started to spray it on her nipples, her stomach (around her belly button), and all over her pussy.  As I applied the cream to her body, she started to fidget, as if she were nervous about what was to come.  Starting at the top, I slowly and deliberately licked the sweet cream off of her body.  By the time that I reached her second nipple, her body began to betray her, and she started to secrete juices from her cunt. 

She was leaking so badly, the cream began to slide down her thighs.  So I picked up the pace, I really wanted to have a taste of her sweet pussy anyways.  As I approached her most sacred of areas, she began thrusting her hips forward as if to seek out my mouth.  At first, I teased her by licking around her thighs.  I would get close to her lips, but not quite touch them.  Finally, after what seemed like hours (especially to me), I took two fingers and spread her labia apart.  Rochelle groaned a little, her body betraying her will to keep from losing control.  As I licked her, her clit began to grow slightly, seeking further stimulation from my tongue.  I flicked it once, and she shuttered slightly.  After a few seconds, I flicked it again.  I repeated this process about 5 times, teasing her.  Then I increased my attack on her button, taking it in my mouth, sucking it, giving it the attention that it desired.  Breathing heavily, Rochelle begged me, “Please stop.  I can’t take it.  I’m…I’m…I’m gonna….” With that, Rochelle let out a long moan that originated from deep within her throat.  I primal noise that showed that she lost all control of her body.  As her juices flowed from her now swollen pussy, I let it all accumulate in my mouth.

With juices in my mouth, I stood up and gave her a deep kiss, forcing her to taste the juices in my mouth.  Then, without warning, as we were locked in our kiss, I took off her blindfold.  When she saw who it was that was forcing her to feel what she was feeling, her jaw dropped.  There was a look of confusion mixed with bewilderment that is hard to describe.  Once again I went for a kiss.  At first she tried to keep from my lips, but I began rubbing her sensitive pussy and her will melted.  She kissed back and showed no signs of resistance to my manipulations.  Once I was done kissing her, I left the room, grabbed a tray of food (a full breakfast) and the keys to the handcuffs.  I returned, left the food on the floor.  I then left the room, closed the door and locked up again.  When I went to the office, I lowered Rochelle and she collapsed to the floor, sobbing slightly to herself.  After about 10 minutes, she came to.  She found the key, freed herself from both the cuffs and the leg restraints, and looked at the food.  She just had a vacant stare as she tried to assimilate all the information that was thrown at her in such a short amount of time.  After about 15 minutes, she began to eat.  Once she was done, she went to the bed and cried herself to sleep.

Chapter 4

Rochelle had been sleeping for about 4 hours when I walked into her room, carrying a bag.  She must have been exhausted, as she didn’t even stir when I closed the door.  Once inside, I locked the door to prevent any escape that may be attempted.  Before she had a chance to wake up and react, I grabbed her by her waste, flipped her over and sat on her back.  I handcuffed her hands behind her back.  She was struggling to free herself, but she was no match for my size and strength.  All during her struggle, she screamed, “Get off me you bastard!  How can you do this to me?  Don’t you care about me?”  Obviously I didn’t make much head way with breaking her will.  After a while though, she had resigned herself to the current situation and just lay there.

Once I was sure that she would remain calm, I got off her, took a blindfold and a piece of duct tape from my bag.  I put the blindfold on and put a small amount of duct tape over it to ensure that it wouldn’t slip.  After I finished, she said, “Why the blindfold you fucker?  I already know who you are!”  My goal in doing this, unbeknown to her, was to keep her oblivious as to my surprise.  To think that I was going to get to enjoy myself with someone with such a great body and tight pussy, I almost blew my load right then and there.  Once I came to, I calmed myself, thinking “All in due time.”  I pulled out the special panties that I had purchased from the store a few days prior.  They are a special kind that cover the pussy, but leave the asshole exposed.  On top of that, they had a remote control that caused them to vibrate over her clit.  When I tried to put them on, Rochelle kicked my hard in the chest.  In a split second, I reached out and backhanded her across the face, ending the struggle.  I put on the panties and I pulled out another pair of handcuffs.  I turned her body so her ass was sticking out from the side of the bed and locked her to the other side of the bed frame with the handcuffs.  I left the room, but not before activating her panties and putting them on low.  I came back with some lube and the three butt plugs I had purchased.  After inserting it into her virgin ass, I left the room for about 15 minutes.  I repeated this process until she had the large, 1.5-inch ass plug in her.  Every time I placed one in, she would cry out in pain.  If only she knew what was in store for her next.

I left the final plug in her for about an hour, wanting her to be stretched out for what was to come.  When I came back in, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  She was laying face down, wiggling that little ass, with cum just dripping down her legs.  I guess the mixture of the pleasure from the panties and the pain from the plug was just too much for her small body to take and she came. 

Leaning over her, I asked Rochelle, “Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?  Now remember, either way you are getting ass-fucked.  Its all your choice.”  Rochelle replied, “Fuck me?  FUCK YOU!  Why would I want you anywhere near me?”  I answered, “Is that your final answer?  Remember, you need to choose wisely.  Everything you do here and now will affect you for the coming days.  Either way you will experience pleasure beyond what you had last night.”  Rochelle then said, “Screw you asshole.”  I replied, “Very well, you have made your choice.”  I then left the room.

I had a surprise for Rochelle.  She had always talked with her girlfriends about what it would be like to do certain forbidden acts.  Threesomes, orgies, bondage, anal, you name it.  I knew that she had never experienced anything of that nature before because of her willingness to save herself.  Well, I was going to help her in her experiences.  Often times, I would notice her looking at Buck, my 5-year-old mastiff.  She would see his 10” cock come out of its sheath, get a wide-eyed look and then turn her head away to feign disgust.  Some times, I would catch her rubbing his belly and “accidentally” rub his cock.  Well today she would get a first hand experience in getting fucked “doggy style.”

I guess Rochelle didn’t hear me come in because she was shocked when I pulled out the plug and shoved the tube of lube up her ass.  She squirmed around, trying to get it out of her, but she wasn’t in any position to do anything.  After emptying about a third of its contents into her, I pulled out the tube and slapped her on the ass hard enough to leave a nice handprint on her tight rear.  I left the room and soon came back with Buck on a leash.

Buck immediately looked up, smelling her pussy in the air.  I unattached his leash and he went right for her.  After sniffing her crotch, Buck gave her a nice long like from the top of her pussy, to the end of her ass crack.  Ro immediately froze in place.  Once it had dawned on her that it wasn’t a human tongue, she tried to get away from his licking.  She kept repeating, “Oh god no, please go away.  SHOO!  Go away!”  Ignoring her protests, Buck kept licking.  Despite her underwear being on, the pressure of his tongue was so great that she has 3 more orgasms.  After a while, Buck got bored of the licking and backed up some.  Rochelle sighed a sigh of relief, thinking he was leaving her alone.  Those thoughts were short lived.  Buck jumped up and mounted her body.  Rochelle was dwarfed by his size.  He was nearly 125 lbs heavier than her and when he landed on her, the wind was immediately knocked out of her.  While trying to catch her breath, Buck began to hump at her.  If she weren’t wearing her panties, he would have surely torn into her virgin cunt and ripped her open.  Rochelle was began to cry, she couldn’t move away from her attacker and she realized that she was about to be raped by a huge animal. 

Buck kept on humping, nearly hitting his mark on a number of occasions but never quite making it.  Each time he nearly got his cock in her ass, she would gasp and freeze.  Seeing that he needed some help, I reached down and guided Buck’s cock to her ass.  In one lunge, he buried about half of his 10” in her ass.  Rochelle screamed a blood-curdling scream and then fell silent.  Now, not only does Buck have 10” of pussy pounding power, he is also very thick.  In fact, he was so thick, that in pushing into her now no longer virgin ass, she tore very slightly, and began to bleed.  The pain must have been excruciating, because she passed out.  I went and grabbed some smelling salts and put it under her nose.  When she woke up, she started crying out in pain, begging me to stop this.  It was tearing me up inside to see her like this, but I was also very aroused.  Soon, I swallowed back my pain and activated her panties, cranking it up to high.

After about a minute, her screams of pain turned to moans of ecstasy.  Soon, she was starting to buck back, trying to get more of him in.  I whispered into her ear, “Does it feel good?”  All she could manage was a slight uh-huh.  Next I asked her, “Do you see what pleasures I can bring to your world?”  In the middle of her reply, she stopped and screamed.  I looked back and Buck had buried himself to the hilt and more blood trickled out of her ass.  In spite of all this, the juices from her pussy were really starting to flow and she arched her back (as well as any person with a 225 lb dog can).  As she came, she let out a long, drawn-out groan.  She came 4 more times before Buck had began to cum.  I got close and asked her, “Do you want his cum inside or out?”  Rochelle yelled, “Please not inside, please not inside.”  “Well,” I replied, “Its not entirely up to me is it?”

As soon as I finished my remark, she dropped to the mattress, passed out.  As I went for the smelling salts, I heard her scream again.  When I looked back, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Somehow, Buck had gotten his baseball size knot into her ass.  Soon she was crying out, “Its so hot!  Not inside me!  Please take it out!”  Buck continued to pump into her, over and over again.  I knew it had been a while since Buck got his rocks off, but when I saw her stomach begin to expand, I was in awe. 

When he finally finished, he tried to pull away, but he was still stuck.  Buck continued to pull away.  If it weren’t for her being connected to the bed, he probably would have walked around with his little bitch attached to his dick.  Eventually, his knot subsided and he slipped out of her with an audible pop.  My boy stretched her small ass so wide that it wouldn’t go back to shape for a good 20 minutes.  During that time, cum was just oozing out of her ass.  She was breathing heavily so I went to check her out.  She was still awake, the bleeding had stopped, and she was staring vacantly into space.  I leaned down and asked her, “How did it feel?”  She stayed quiet, not responding to my question.  I then said, as I brushed the sweat off of her forehead, “I understand.  We’re done for now.  You can rest now.  Do you want the panties on or off?”  Turning her head to me, she smiled meekly and said “On.”  I patted her head saying, “Good girl.”  I took off her blindfold, and tossed the key on the bed.  I left her there for a few hours to rest up.  Soon, I would continue her training.