The stranger's finger continued its insistent pressure against her tight amber ring. He spat, and she felt the spittle ooze down the cleft of her buttocks. He used it to lubricate her, but it only eased the passage of his finger into her slightly. She held her breath as he forced the tip of his finger inside up to the first knuckle.
It stung so much: she could feel her ring being stretched and bit down on her lip, almost drawing blood in an attempt to stop from crying out. He began to thrust, burying his finger deep into her tight hole, and she felt a hollow sensation building up inside her, warmth radiating from her pelvis. Her ring had slightly loosened by now and he slipped another finger in alongside the first, wriggling both of them, massaging the walls of her rectum. She heard him spit again, and he removed his fingers.
Lubricating his cock with his saliva, he pressed against her hole, the bulbous tip dilating the still very tight muscle. She felt as though the air was being forced out of her as his thick cock forced it's way through the resistance. The pain was sharp, spiking to new heights when he pulled back, almost out from her, stretching the muscle with the angry purple cockhead.
He began to rock against her, holding her hips, pulling her back against him so she could feel his weighty scrotum bouncing against her thighs. He was buried to the hilt in her, incoherent groans of pleasure arising from his throat. She was so tight, so hot and she still tried to resist him: all this did was to clench his cock tighter in the grip of her rectal muscles, giving him more pleasure and more sensation.
He steadied himself for a moment, and with one arm reached down under her to feel for her clit and pussy lips. Despite her pain, she was wet: her sweet juices were flowing. He began to massage her clit, rolling his fingers around it, encircling it and pulling gently until the tight pink bud stood erect. He wanted her to come whilst he was still buried in her dark passage, he wanted to feel her muscles clench around him and milk him of his seed. What he wanted most of all was to see his oily come ooze from her abused hole, and to see someone else use that come as lube for the next assault on her ravaged, once-virgin entrance.
But the rules were that she wasn't allowed to come until she had been degraded in all possible ways, until her spirit had been broken and she was truly their fuck-toy. He could sense Rachel's breathing patterns change: despite her pain, she was close to orgasm and he could feel her hunching her pelvis, pushing her clit against his searching fingers. Reluctantly he withdrew his hand and her disappointment was palpable. She groaned out loud, forgetting for a moment what the result of this would be. A loud slap ricocheted around the room, and a handprint blossomed on the pale skin of her buttocks. This was repeated until she could feel her bottom hot and glowing, the pain matched by that emitting from her tortured amber ring. The thrusting continued without cessation throughout her beating, and the two sensations combined in her mind until she became confused, beginning to enjoy the pain.
Suddenly he came, pumping sticky white seed deep into her bowels. She felt his cock subside a little, and he slipped out from her, followed by a flood of his viscous juice.
But there was no respite for her: another of her captors rapidly took his place. Her rosebud was still dilated, gaping slightly, and she accepted this assault quietly: the pain was less and the sperm already deposited in her eased his passage somewhat.
This displeased him though; he wanted her in pain and fear, and with a vicious thrust he rammed himself deeply into her. There was no finesse to his technique; this was a brutal attack, slamming his cock like a jackhammer, pounding into her.
