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squealed loudly in protest, very quickly losing her voice as she felt him pushing – almost gently but inexorably – against her bottom hole, forcing it – as he had forced the rest of her – to yield to him, until he was inside her up to his first knuckle.
    But, of course, that was nowhere near enough.
    He didn’t stop until his entire finger was within her, and then he proceeded to crook it as much as he could as he twisted his hand around.  He wasn’t even thrusting, just twirling and bending his finger as he possessed her most shameful spot.
    Cassie was bawling uncontrollably – not that he was hurting her too badly, although it was far from the most pleasant thing she had felt.  It was just . . . wrong . . . one of the worst violations of her person that she had experienced, and over the past month, she had experienced a lot of them.
    Jurek removed his finer rather quickly, smiling to himself when he saw her heave a very premature sigh of relief, probably thinking it was all over.
    He had made everything ready and leaned down to lift one side of the ear muffs, saying, “ There’s more to come, my dear.  I suggest you try to relax, although I doubt you’ll be able to.  Will you ever learn to obey me the first time?  I am enjoying your punishments, of course, but they have to be a bit wearing on you . . .”
    Straightening out again, he picked up the hefty implement he intended on using on her, dipping just the broad tip of its marble tumescence into the lubrication, then pressing it to her reluctant bottom hole.
    Cassie’s head came up as she realized the size of wh at was being presented and where , and began to scream again, but nothing came out.  She had exhausted that ability on the first step.
    Jurek leaned over her and grabbed a hold of one of her shoulders, then began to cram that smooth, cold phallus into her bowels, not giving her even a second to try to adjust, not focusing on anything but his goal of filling her entirely with this very long, thick – especially for her – presence.
    And fill her he did – to the very brim, as Cassie tried to wiggle and struggle and surge forward, which was what his hand on her shoulder stopped, dead in the water.  In fact, midway through this invasion, he used his leverage to force her to back onto it, as if she was a willing participant in her own anal rape.
    When he had seated it well within her, he didn’t dawdle.  Instead he drew it all the way out, then plunged it back inside her again, this time claiming her insides in a matter of a few seconds, abruptly, painfully, brutally.
    And he continued to rape her violently until he was sure that she had learned her lesson, in the end turning her over onto her back while the horrible thing was still in her so that he could fuck her, his motions moving the invader in her behind to twitch and slide within her.
    After that, Cassie was much, much more careful to do exactly what she was told, when she was told to do it.
    Not that that stopped it from happening again, whenever he wanted it to, of course.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    After a few weeks, though, he stopped offering her anything to drink but milk that had not been laced with anything.  And that was definitely worse, as far as Cassie was concerned, because now she had nothing on which to blame the fact that her body still craved his touch – good or bad, it seemed.  There were no more aphrodisiacs within her, but st ill she went off like fireworks no matter what degrading thing he had her doing – and sometimes, when she was awake at night, sleeping bound on the floor next to his bed, she forced herself to realize that the pain and the degradation were at least as exciting to her as when he – occasionally – forced her to climax just for his enjoyment.
    That was it, though, she knew.  It was the force part that mad e every sensation a thousand times more powerful than it would have been if they had, say, simply met and become lovers. 
    Cassie