" He lowered his enormous prick." He lowered his enormous prick. I felt it touch my thighs and screamed. He merely smiled. They must have some muscles to control it because with no hands he found my opening and battered at it, the head of his cock demanding entrance. He pointed at one of his followers. "Grease us." The other one smiled. I felt a hand on my pudenda, touching me. I squirmed harder, but they held me fast, and as the hand pressed over my mound it left a streak of some thick, greasy substance. Then the leader was back, his cock still hard as ever. I felt the slick grease helping him, guiding him into me. I felt my opening giving way. The pain, Aimee', oh, the pain. I shall never forget how awful that tearing agony was. It blocked out thought as this Centaur blocked the sun from my eyes. I screamed and flailed about. In my struggle I tore my muscles. Tears streamed my eyes. The huge stallion prick in my cunt bucked and shoved and jammed as it stretched and tortured me. He raped me wholly without remorse or shame. I could do nothing. His prick within me was a weapon, one I would someday remove from him in the most painful manner I could possibly imagine. He repeatedly jabbed it into me, the snarl on his face-- so many feet away from my clawing hands!-- showing me his contempt for me. I tried to return it, but my tears and pain were too much. And my body responded, Aimee'! I understand now what happened, but at that time I felt the greatest betrayal as my cunt throbbed from his abusive prick. |