the relentlessness of fucking.....

Sometimes it is relentless.

Ms T was already cumming as I pressed that cold-steel anal-hook into her. No time to gasp… or tremble… or protest her innocence. Her hair was in my fist. I pulled back on that hair and I dragged her backwards. I am a powerfully built man, but it wasn’t strength at play here; it was speed, and balance. By the hook in her arse, and by the handful of her hair, I hurtled her around the room – because I could. Because I wanted her to be certain that I could.

“Do you have a name?” I demand.

“My name is Cunt,” she answers.

Before she can breathe she is on her knees.

I fasten the chain on her collar directly to ‘eye’ of the anal-hook, forcing her to arch her back just to keep the collar from choking her… or the hook from being driven even deeper inside her. I make this easier for her by the forcing her head back. I make it much more difficult for her by the spanking of her tits. So that I’m sure it will sting I drive my fingers into her, and when they are wet I spank her again.

“Hold them up… and hold them still,” I tell her.

Ms T thrusts her shaking hands up under her breasts so that they can receive their punishment. There are fat tears forming in her eyes. There is no place for pity here. It is relentless. I force my cock into her mouth, and I fuck her throat until the tears spill over and run down her cheeks. I fuck her until she begins to gag, and then (pitiless?) I spank her tits harder than before. The flesh around her big brown nipples is livid with my hand-prints. Her nipples are so hard that I think they might almost split as I pinch them between my fingers, and twist hard until her eyes roll back in her head.

Ms T is already cumming as I loosen her collar and draw that steel hook out of her anus. This is not relenting. She remains hooked. This time it is my fingers: two wedged firmly in her hot tight cunt, the tips of those fingers pressing hard into that soft inner wall. My thumb is wedged firmly into the knot of her arse. She is more hooked now than she ever was. With my other hand around her throat I lift her up off her knees. I lift her up clear off the floor - all her weight balanced on those two fingers and that thumb. The juices of her cunt – creamy, thick, almost unguent – are running down over my knuckles.

“My name is Cunt,” she says, as I drive her head down onto the mattress, and pull her hips upwards.

I unhook my fingers, but only so that I can spank her cunt. Ms T is already cumming… again… as I force my cock into her arse. Sometimes this is about pleasure, but this time it is about hurt, and urgency. I know her needs, and this time, this particular time, she needs it to hurt or there will be no pleasure in it. The muscles of her anus fight against this rude intrusion, but they are forced to surrender to its unrelenting assault. The heat and hardness of my cock drives into her.

“My name is Cunt,” she almost screams now, but I do not stop.

Ms T is cumming… again… as I convulse, as I spill deep inside her arse. The walls of her vibrate, to tighten around me, to pulse, to shiver. Still there is no relenting. Even as she is still in spasm I drive my fingers into her – two, then three… and then the fourth. My fingers-tips form a circle inside her – one capable of expanding. Then I fold my thumb under that group and slide that into her too. My fingers turn in her; twist as they fill her up. Then it is fucking and fist, and my fingers are tight around her throat again. There is no mercy, no quarter. She asks for none. Sounds gurgle in her constrained throat and she cums again… this time in a gush, splashing over my cock and my thighs. And I am hard again and I force her to smell herself on my cock. Force her to lick at it - to accept it into her gaping mouth. I withdraw as I cum and splash her face with all the force and heat of me.

Sometimes it is relentless. No respite.

No rest for the wicked.

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