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Anita's Sex Sacrifice -
Chapter 10
They continued to wrestle, with Anita
frantically hoping for the bell to save her from this maniac. Once more he
turned her onto her belly and this time his hands began prying her cheeks apart
in preparation for sodomizing her. When he informed her between attempts at
penetrating her tight anal passageway that he had purchased time for two
sessions back to back, she knew her fate had been sealed. Now it was up to her
to make the best of a very poor situation. Having already experienced anal
rape, she understood that fighting against her assailant was useless and would
only lead to an added level of pain. It was best to relax and let him enter her
with as little pain as possible and then hope that the tightness of her rectal
area would speed up his ejaculation.
She heard him gasp when she reached back
and pried her plump cheeks apart at the same time as she informed him that she
loved it up the ass but didn't know he had paid for a second session in
advance. She assumed complete command when she moaned and asked him to make
sure he went good and deep because she liked the feeling of his cock pressing
into regions that most men could not reach with their hard tools.
"Do it quickly the first time and I
will suck you back to life so you can
enjoy another trip into my bowels as I shiver and try to have an orgasm this
time."
Her words acted as a spur and soon the
head of his cock was pressing against her tight sphincter muscle which soon
yielded and allowed him to begin the trip into her depths. It hurt, but she
dared not let on. Instead she complimented him on the size of his big tool, not
really knowing if his was that large, but hoping against hope that he would
accept her flattery. He whispered for her to raise her body so he could fondle
her big breasts and play with the nipples that she hoped were hard enough to
convince him that she was sexually excited. Anita willed her nipples to harden,
forming a mental picture of her son, Predeep and superimposing him over the
form that was currently pressing his stiff shaft forward into her colon.
Anita heaved a sigh of relief when he
commented at how hard her nipples had gotten, a sure sign that she was enjoying
having his big shaft widening her back entryway. He squeezed her tits as if he
was kneading dough and surprisingly Anita felt the first rush of sexual
excitement ripple through her plump, sweaty body. She could hardly believe it
was her voice urging him to pound her hard and make her scream. He was only too
happy to grant her wish. Her big tits hurt more and more but Anita didn't care,
because the big tool excavating her insides was generating sensations in her
she never knew existed.
She began to fantasize about being with
her son Predeep, lying on her back, legs splayed obscenely while she urged him
to fuck her harder than ever before and not to stop until she fainted from joy.
She imagined herself working full time at the brothel, allowing men and even
some women to have access to her opulent body, the men pumping their semen into
her until her vagina overflowed and it was sucked up by one or more women who
begged to be allowed to suction her asshole clean as well. At this moment there
was nothing that Anita wanted than to be a famous, high priced prostitute with
a following that numbered in the hundreds.
Her client began to yank her nipples and
twist them as he approached his ejaculation like a speeding train. The pain
made Anita see spots before her eyes, but her cunt was juicing like it never
had before. She wanted the youth to hose her bowels with his hot sperm so she
could feel it and revel in her power over men. He howled like a wild animal and
began to pump his semen deep into her body's secret places where it would
remain warm and viscous. Even the employees charged with making sure that the
sex workers were protected from the customers were glued to the monitor, their
eyes narrow or wide, depending upon their view of things. One summed it up by
commenting that this older woman had more fuck energy than ninety percent of
the whores that ever worked at this brothel. No one disagreed with his
observation.
Anita wasted no time attacking his
shrinking cock once it popped free of her tight asshole. She all but inhaled
it, her mouth capturing over half its length in one smooth motion. She made him
lie still on his back so she could begin hardening it for another attack on her
asshole. She licked the twitching piece of gristle from its head to the base
and after a few passes she added his depleted balls to the circuit she made
with her snake-like tongue. Her attempts to kiss his lips were ignored and then
repelled. Anita laughed to herself at this reaction. It was alright for her to
suck her fecal matter from his cock, but wrong to dare invite him to share with
her. Men were such fools she thought to herself.
News of Anita's wild and wicked
performance got back to the owner and he
just happened to walk into the control room and check out the activity going on
in her room. He flashed a thin lipped smile and told the head security man to
make sure that he got a copy of the tape showing this whore all but attacking
her young clients. His mind was already working on some new ideas featuring
this plump, mature, sex-crazed member of the upper class who fucked like an
animal and seemed to have no boundaries
when it came to sex. Who was this creature? What had happened to the
weak-willed, upper crust lady who looked down her nose at him and his business?
The young client was partially bewildered
and a little bit afraid of this tigress who seemed to want to devour him whole.
Anita was sucking his cock like a mad woman, almost willing it to become erect
so he could once again slam it deep into her bowels and hear her screams as he
did. He had a sick fantasy where she was slave to his mother and him at the
same time. They would overwhelm her and make the former prostitute do their
bidding, enjoying her fast tongue that never seemed still and her always
available holes that gaped from all the things that were done to them by both
he and his mother. Even now he was watching as his mother worked her fist deep
into the evil whore's cunt, turning her arm to make sure that her fist
stretched the whore's well used twat. Meanwhile he was on his knees guiding the
whore's mouth onto his stiffening cock that had been inside her asshole only
minutes before.
Anita insisted that once he was hard
enough to penetrate her, he begin by working it in and out of her wet, warm
cunt to not only stir up her juices, but to enhance his erection so it would be
able to batter her back entrance and work even deeper into her than before when
she had screamed for him to go deeper and deeper. To conserve his energy she
told him to relax and let her do most of the work. She mounted him and began to
grind her pubes against his groin, crooning and making obscene suggestions
about what he should be doing to her once he was in her rectum.
Between her tight pussy and dirty talk his
cock turned into a bar of steel and within ten minutes he had her legs thrown
over his shoulders and was preparing to
skewer her gaping asshole with his stiff prong. She uttered a string of curse
words as he pounded deep into her lower intestines. How could this be someone's
mother he thought to himself. She was nothing but a foul mouthed sex crazed
whore on the wrong side of forty. What gave her this power that made him her
slave? Then Anita began to insult his efforts, claiming her son did her much
harder and went even deeper without half trying. This infuriated him and he
redoubled his efforts to tame this wanton creature that lay beneath him
accepting every inch of his stiff cock as it plunged to its full length into
that swampy cauldron.
He was caught unprepared when she leaned
forward and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down so she
could fasten her mouth to his. Now every time she exhaled, her warm breath went
into his mouth and some of it infused into his lungs. This acted like an
aphrodisiac to the young man, who threw off any sign of civility and
concentrated on beating her into submission with his prick. This was what Anita
had unconsciously sought, to be utterly under the power of a virile male
focused on only one thing, driving his sword into her yielding body and making
her his to do with as he pleased.
At this moment her greatest wish was for
him to impregnate her so that her belly would once more fill with child, his
child, and she would suffer all the discomfort that a woman was heir to for at
least nine months as it grew and then escaped from her birthing chamber. In
this strange fantasy, as soon as the child was was out, a male, any male would
immediately insert his cock and fill that aching womb to the brim with his
fertile seed to start the process all over again.
Things got so confused that for a time
Anita did firmly believe that she was capable of conceiving. She begged the
youth still hammering away inside her asshole if he would pull out and cum
inside her aching cunt. She begged over and over as that engine of destruction
wore away the sensitive lining protecting her insides from serious harm. She
went so far as to bite his lip to get his attention. That drew blood and for
her troubles she got a vicious backhand across her face that made her see
stars. Then he shrugged her legs from his shoulders and pulled his cock from
her clamping asshole with a loud pop. Anita arched her back and presented her
cunt mouth for him to enter.
She gasped as a sharp pain lanced through
her cunt, caused by his brutal entry. He leaned forward and put his entire
weight into each thrust, pounding her plump body until the flesh jiggled as she
gasped and grunted from the force of the blows. A look of madness was on his
face, a snarling mask of hatred for her and perhaps all of womankind. The
battering of her cunt continued unabated and she soon adapted to the rhythm of
this terrible beating. His prick seemed to have grown longer and wider,
something she welcomed in her frenzy. She prayed that he would continue to
punish her sore cunt until she passed out, then rethought her wish to include
other strong, virile, young men all waiting impatiently for their opportunity
to eat away at her insides and flood her bowels with oceans of boiling cum.
Then Anita shuddered and passed out. Her assailant hardly noticed as he
continued to mercilessly rape her in a blind rage.
Those glued to the monitor that showed
this unbelievable session of frenzied lust gone mad did not immediately realize
that their star sex worker was unconscious and at the mercy of this wild man
who seemed bent on driving his hard cock through her body. Finally one of them
was smart enough to understand that the woman was out cold and help was needed
to save her from serious injury. He led a mad dash to Anita's room to pull the customer off her
senseless and terribly battered body. There would be hell to pay for this and
it would not fall on the customer's head.
( To be continued -
jethro jodhpur )
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