Kassandras Rear Passage Is Taken

After a week, Kassandra had finally become accustomed to the way that she spent her time with her husband. Her body no longer screamed with pain when Hektor used her, and she could now manage to take his member in her mouth while he gripped her face and forced it up and down her throat without choking on it too much. That said, she still couldn't help gagging a lot whenever he made her do that and saliva would be dribbling from her mouth while he took her but that seemed to please him. She could even swallow his essence without showing any visible disgust.It wasn't that he was being gentler with her when he took her. It was simply that her body had adjusted. There where even brief moments where she felt like she could almost enjoy the sensation of what was being done to her, but they were far and few between.

The fact that she could at least tolerate their sessions was more than she could have hoped for back during that absolutely brutal night when he deflowered her. He would use her sex or her mouth for his pleasure, spend, and then roll over and go to sleep. Outside of that, she was left to her own devices.

However, this merciful respite was just that, a respite, and her husband had new designs on her body that, were she to know, she would be most concerned.

The session had started in a typical fashion, her on her knees while he thrusted into her mouth, his hands gripping either side of her face to keep her in place. He angled her face upwards and used his forefingers and thumbs to keep her eyes open and fixed on his. Whenever he used her mouth in such a fashion, he seemed to like it best when she was looking up at him. She did not know why he enjoyed her looking at him so much, especially since she could not stop her eyes from tearing up when he used her like that but knowing would have made no difference.

He would use her that way regardless.

It seemed that he was being even rougher with her tonight than he had during other sessions. She thought that she had been able to adjust to this way of pleasing him but there was something animalistic and vicious about the way he used her mouth. She gagged and spluttered, spit slobbering from her but he paid that no mind. If anything, the sight of that made him thrust into her with even more force. Then he placed his hands at the back of her skull and pushed her head so far down his shaft that her lips were touching the hair around its base. She could not breathe, and she struggled and choked but his grip was iron, and he kept her firmly in place.

Finally, his grip on her head slackened and she fell off of his member, collapsing to her hands and knees on the mattress that they shared, coughing and spluttering, a long, thick trail of drool issuing from her mouth. Even by the standards of the other times he had used her mouth, this was particularly rough. Dazed, she looked back at him over shoulder. He had yet to reach his moment of pleasure yet, his member was still stiff, and it was slick and shining with her saliva.

At first, she assumed that he would simply just take her then and there while she was still in the correct position to be mounted. However, instead, pulled her back so she was kneeling again and then slapped his member against her face, making her cheeks wet and sticky with her own spit. He did it several more times, swapping the side of her face each time, marking her with spit before stopping. Then he returned her to the correct position he would use to mount her but, before he took her as he normally did, he instead did something strange. He spat into his hand and rubbed it over his cock, adding his coating of spit to hers. He then reached for her, still collapsed, and dragged her back to him by her waist.

She knew that rather than spending inside her mouth, he would want to finish inside her body so she pressed her chest down and spread her legs as wide as she could without falling over to make his access to her sex as easy as possible. She had learned through experience that this would make him finish quicker. He knelt behind her, and she waited for him to position himself at her entrance, but he waited. She wished that he would just get it over with.

To her shock, he spat on her! A wad of his saliva hit her on the small of her back and then he reached down and, with his thumb, rubbed the spit on and around her rectum. The tip of his thumb pressed into her, and her eyes shot open as she suddenly realized what his plans for the night entailed.

She had never in her wildest imaginings suspected that he would want to take his pleasure there and the thought filled her with absolute dread.

While she had never resisted his aggressive forms of fornication, this had to be a step too far and she tried to dart away but was wrenched back into place by a thick handful of hair. He then placed the head of his member against her sphincter. Throwing all thoughts of dignity aside, she struggled, screamed, and pleaded for him to stop.

Hektor did not stop.

The thick head of his organ was pressing up against her opening, straining to break through her resistance and get inside her. After several seconds, he pulled back and, still tightly holding her in place by her hair, he spat into his free hand and rubbed it over his member, wetting it further.

His hand parted her cheeks, and again he lined up the head of his cock against her sphincter. Kassandra silently cried in outright terror, holding her breath, bracing herself as she felt the pressure began to build up against her rear once again.

Something had to give... and it did.

In the span of a heartbeat, the intense pressure became a fierce, biting sting that shot through her whole body. Her held breath was released in an agonised, lengthy grunt of pain as the head of his cock broke through her tightest hole and he did not stop. With one hard, merciless push, he forced into her and filled her completely. Somehow, his manhood felt as though it had grown even bigger. He was ripping her apart and she couldn't even breathe in to scream.

It was intense. Intense was the only way to describe it. Kassandra felt so full, so impossibly, intensely full, and when Hektor's hips finally pressed firmly against her cheeks, she knew that he was completely buried inside her, leaving no part of her passage unviolated. She let out a pained whine as she tried to adjust to his invasion of her ass.

From behind her, Hektor kept himself still as he rested inside her, getting used to her impossible tightness. Even though it remained completely still, his organ stabbed into her with such burning intensity like nothing she had felt over the past week and every little involuntary twitch stung her. Kassandra's mouth was open and dry as she stared down, her hands gripping into the mattress, holding on for dear life. She had thought that her defloration had been painful, but she realised suddenly how little she knew about pain.

She screamed and pleaded with him to stop the assault but had of course long since learned that a fully erect organ embedded inside their wives could make a husband ignore practically anything other than furthering his own pleasure.

She felt Hektor begin to withdraw from her until only his head remained inside. Without warning, he gripped her hips and slammed into her like a hammer, bottoming out before pulling out and starting again. The initial penetration had been painful but that first hard, unyielding thrust into her backside was agony.

As was the next.

And the one after that.

And the one after that.

On and one he stabbed into her with more speed and ferocity than he ever had into her usual place, each thrust lasting barely a second before he plunged into her tightness again. Her head rocked from side to side as he pounded into her, shaking her whole body. Humping her backside, Hektor ran his dinnerplate sized hands all over her back and down to her hips, trying to find the best placement for his hands. He could touch her wherever he wished.

He owned her and would use her in whatever way he saw fit. In these moments, she existed only to please him.

At some point, Hektor's hand had found the back of her head and forced it down into the mattress. She had noted he liked doing that during their regular lovemaking sessions and it appeared that his preferences where no different during this variation. It let him reach even deeper inside her and it was the same here. Kassandra could barely complete a scream when his hips pressed up against her before they slammed into her again and another scream came tearing out from her throat. Every motion he made hurt her regardless of whether it was going in or out of her.

Naturally, Hektor was fully deaf to her cries.

At some point, all rational thought fled Kassandra, all she could focus on was that endless, stabbing, horrible pain that he was inflicting upon her. He had been thrusting into her for many minutes now and yet he still showed no sign of tiring. Her screams of agony had now been reduced to pathetic whimpers. She just could not muster the strength necessary to yell.

Slowly and gradually Kassandra felt her passage adjust to accommodate the massive organ embedded inside her. While the pain was still intense, it began to shift to more of a dull throb rather than the agonising stabbing sensation it had been previously. Hektor kept up his pumping action while grabbing onto her swinging mounds, squeezing her nipples so tight she feared that they may burst.

As Kassandra flirted between awake and unconsciousness, Hektor somehow increased the pace of his thrusting even more, now filling each second with at least two thrusts, if not more. Kassandra dropped her head down and bit her arm to keep from howling in pain, but it did not work, and a scream ripped out of her throat.

When a man is about to reach his moment of pleasure, the last thing he will usually do is bury his manhood as deep as possible inside whatever it is that he has that in. Kassandra just called the action torture, shrieking in absolute agony as Hektor grunted and forced his entire length inside her rear tunnel, gripping her cheeks so tightly that there would be marks on her behind for days later. She then wept with unabashed relief as she felt his manhood twitch and pulse within her, flooding her backside with a colossal torrent of his seed, signalling that the end of the session had drawn near.

After he had emptied the last drop of his seed into her, he continued sliding his member in and out of her now slippery rear passage, causing his seed to seep out from around his shaft and drip down onto the mattress. As his cock became too sensitive, he finally pulled it out of Kassandra's well-fucked backside with a lewd popping sound.

Immediately, Kassandra collapsed onto the mattress and rolled over on her side, reaching back with a hand to touch her pained and abused hole. She wept quietly, gently rubbing herself, hoping the motion would serve to soothe the pain.

Hektor, of course, took no notice of her discomfort. He simply slapped her only the rear with self-satisfied chuckle, before rolling over and falling to sleep.

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this. While this is the last of the stories I have planned involving Kassandra, I am very happy to write more if there is the demand for it. Short of scat/water sports, I am fine with anything happening to Kassandra so please feel free to make any requests.