Free Sacrifice to the Emerald God by Paul Blades

motions along the burning walls of her lusting canal, she was brought back into herself. The pleasure of the cock coursing its way along her fevered canal refocused her on the moment, drove all other thoughts from her mind. The man put his large, powerful hands on either side of her head, holding it firmly in place as his lips forced her lips once more ajar and he entered her mouth with his agile, hot tongue. She moaned lustfully and her hips began to echo the slow, relentless thrust of the man’s hips. It was not long before she felt her passion building to its crest. For a moment, she revolted at her perversity at finding pleasure in her rape, cursed herself for her wantonness, but as her needs were driven higher and higher, she cast herself into the dark oblivion of lust and let it go.
          The woman’s whole body shuddered and shook as she came. She could feel her quim contract forcefully around the rigid pole that was scouring her inner place. She moaned and screamed into the mouth that had imprisoned her lips and her hands twisted and turned in her bindings above her head. Wave after wave of jolting, electrified pleasure shot through her. Margie loved to fuck, and her ten days with Tom on their honeymoon had been filled with ecstatic delight. But it was never like this. Overpowered, helpless to control her passions, some door had opened up and she had fallen right through it. As her pussy brought her intense shocks of pleasure each time it contracted and pulsed, she felt herself tumbling deeper and deeper into some dark place from which she knew there would be no return.
          As her cunt’s convulsions subsided, she realized that the man had not slowed his long, languid thrusts inside her. He was like some mindless animal intent on his pleasure. She tried to protest his continued ravishment of her electrified loins, but made only a garbled sound as his mouth smothered her communication. She felt her orgasm coming again, stronger and more intense than last time. She was yelling and moaning into the strong, callous man’s mouth as she came. He removed his lips from her, freeing her voice and she called out, “Oh, God! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!” as her pussy exploded. The man placed his lips by her ear and she could hear him whispering to her in his gruff, gravely voice, “That’s it, scream and yell, putita . Let it all out like the whore that you are.”
          To her dismay, the sawing of her now burning, electrified cunt by the man’s thick, stiff cock continued. His thrusts began to come a little faster, the collision of his hips against hers became a little harder. Slowly, but surely his energy built up until he was almost in a frenzy, hammering his pelvis against hers as he thrust himself deeply within her. She did not want to come, not again. She felt that she would not be able to stand it. She was being pushed past anything she had ever experienced. “Oh, God, please stop, please,” she whimpered even as her body wanted more and more of the devilish prick within her. Her eyes were welling up with tears at her utter helplessness to prevent the unwanted eruption of her senses once again. She had been kidnapped and whipped, insulted and deprived of all human attributes. The same man who was driving her past her mind’s ability to tolerate or comprehend her body’s vibrant, nuclear radiation of pleasure, would kill her if it suited him, she knew that. She was no more to him than a pussy, a cunt, a crica , a conche , put on this earth for him to despoil and ravish. When he was tired of her or when expediency demanded, he would discard her in a way that she would bring him no trouble.
          The man gave out a loud, animalistic groan and his cock began to pulse and jerk inside her. Margie’s disobedient sex reveled in the feel of his hot discharge as it spread within. She screamed as her feverish contractions and convulsions began again, so loudly that the man placed his meaty hand over her