CHAPTER TWO:
Tricia's mouth dropped open in shock and desperately stuttered, "But I can't
do that."
"Sure you can," Roy insisted sternly. "It's not going to hurt you to flash
them titties. It's that or the police!"
Tricia's face burned. She knew that she was turning red. She could feel the
embarrassment burn in the skin of her face and tits. But she knew that she was
going to have to do exactly what she had been told to do to keep the young man
behind the desk from calling the police.
"I'm tired of waiting, BITCH," Roy growled, and reached for the phone on the
desk. "I'm starting to dial-the police right now and the only way you're going
to stop me is to have those titties out before the cops answer on the other
end!"
Tricia whined mournfully, but as she watched a finger punched out the first
number her fingers quickly flew to the top button of her blouse. By the time the
third number was pressed, she had the buttons of her blouse open and she
shrugged out of the garment, all the time watching that finger dance over the
phone buttons. As the finger was punching in the seventh digit she quickly
reached behind her and unsnapped the hook of her bra. The cups of padded
material fell away from her twin mounds, her thick nipples pointing toward the
young Security Officer as if they were threatening to poke his eyes out.
Roy's eyes feasted on the bare female tit flesh, as he spoke into the phone.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't need the police right at this minute, I must have dialed
the wrong number."
What the redhead with trembling boobies which were redder then her long
flowing hair didn't know that Roy hadn't been talking to anyone. Because the
phone he had used wasn't even hooked up. It was a ruse to see if she would
comply with his demand to avoid going to jail.
With a sigh of relief, Tricia watched the young Security Officer put the
receiver back into its cradle. When she shifted her eyes from the phone back to
the man who was staring at her naked chest, it made her skin itch and crawl.
Once again she flushed scarlet as blood rushed hotly through her cheeks and
tits.
"Holy shit!" Roy hissed. " You do have a real wild set of knockers!
From Tricia's long neck and narrow shoulders creamy flesh flowed down her
chest to arch outward into a pair of magnificent 42-DD boobies. Her titties were
full and firm, and riding high with very little drooping despite having two
rug-rats. The tips looked like they were almost reaching upward and outward, as
if seeking a mouth to suck them in. The sand dollar size halos of skin around
the long turgid nipples were only a slightly darker hue than the surrounding
skin that was crimson red from embarrassment. Never had Roy seen a better pair
of shapely tits, and the lusty sight was beginning to make his mouth water.
"Can I put my bra and blouse back on now?" Tricia asked with a quivering meek
voice as she wrapped her arms around her busty chest wanting to hide her
breasts, along with her shame. Roy's sadistic laughter seemed to fill the room
making Tricia ever more fearful.
"You haven't even started being naked yet, you silly BITCH!" Roy yelled at
her. "You think one peek at your TITTIES is worth putting my job on the line to
keep your ass out of jail? If you want to hang onto your freedom, and those
goddamn BRATS of yours, you're going to have to do a whole hell of a lot more
than flash your titties around before you've paid your dues!"
Tricia almost panicked She backed into the corner of the office, eyes darting
around the room hopping to find an avenue of escape. Her stomach tensed and her
heart leaped into her throat as she huddled there shivering with pure fear.
"Continue stripping bitch!" Roy snarled at her. "When you're finished, l,
don't want you to have a stitch of clothing on!"
"No!" Tricia squealed, clutching her tits so tightly that her full firm
breasts were being squeezed flat.
She watched her bra and blouse snatched from the desk where she had dropped
them, and disappeared behind the desk, then the loud rattling of a metal drawer
slamming shut.
"I told you that you didn't have a fucking choice, BITCH" Roy snarled. "If I
don't see your ass naked, I'll recall the police. Or maybe I'll kick you out of
here with your titties hanging out for every one in the Mall to see, then I'll
tell everybody that you were stripping and begging to suck my cock to keep me
from calling the cops!"
'Pleeease! Don't do this to me!" Tricia groaned, but the fiery lust in the
young Security Officer eyes told her that her pleas didn't stand a chance. There
was nothing she could do, so she stepped forward in the room and began stripping
out of the rest of her clothes, until she finally stood naked before him.
Roy whistled as he glared closely at her trembling flesh. The bitch's body
was even better than he had expected. His thirteen-inch long cock was throbbing
so hard in his trousers that it ached.
Far down her rippling belly, a soft patch of carroty cunt hair grew like a
pelt around the mauve lips of her delicate little cunt. Her cunt-slit peeked out
of its beard. And despite her fear or because of it those delicate pink lips
were slick and gleaming with moister.
Roy stared at Tricia's crotch, she was the best-looking bitch that he had
ever seen in his life, even better then Brittany. And she was in his clutches
his mouth twisted into a evil grin at the sadistic thoughts that ran ramped
through his head.
"Please, Officer Baker!" the frightened woman moaned. "Let me get dressed!
I'm so terribly ashamed!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Roy growled, and pushed the chair back from the desk.
"Come over here in front of me so l can get a better look!"
Trembling, Tricia stumbled on faltering feet to the side of the desk, where
she used a hand on top of the metal surface to give her whirling head some
balance.
"Damn it BITCH! Haul that ass over Here!" Roy snarled, pointing at the edge
of the desk in front of him. When she moved between the desk, and Roy he shoved
her backwards.
Tricia grimaced, as she fell atop of the metal desk. Her head making the
metal desk ring as it slammed into it. The jewelry she had stolen dug into her
back. The position perched her ass over the edge of the desk; right in front of
Roy's face giving him a superb view of the thick carrot colored forest of her
twat and the little hump of her forested mons. His eyes roamed past that mound
to the slightly concave stomach which was ripping with fear to the towering
mountains of titty flesh that were jiggling like two jello molds.
Tricia could almost feel the set of lustful male eyes swarming over her flesh
staring right at her pussy. Devouring every square inch of her naked body.
"Ooooh!" she groaned in desperate humiliation.
From the tip of her toes to the top of her head she glowed brightly with pure
embarrassment as if someone had painted her skin a bright crimson. She cross her
shapely long legs and wrapped her arms back around her jutting breasts in an
attempt to hide her feminine attributes from those dagger eyes.
Powerful hands clamped around the young woman's ankles and pried them apart
until her pussy-slit parted slightly. Her cunt looked good enough to eat. The
closeness of her inner thighs caused the mounds of the pussy to appear enlarged,
and splitting the center of the hump was the juicy slit of her cunt that was
tantalizingly parted; just enough to get a glimpse inside. Tricia gasped in
shock when in one quick movement she was flipped over onto her belly like a
pancake.
"Reach back and spread your ass-cheeks," Roy snapped, and then slapped her
rump hard with both of his open hands when her arms remained folded tightly
across her breasts beneath her.
Tricia yelped in pain at the brutal, stinging blow. Her hands zipped to her
rear. For a few seconds, she rubbed the prickling skin on her rear where the two
bright pink handprints were. The skin of her ass still burned from the slaps to
it, and her fingers felt as if they were branding her flesh.
"I said spread them not play with them BITCH!" Roy roared as he smacked the
back of her head.
Tricia yelped as her head slammed into the top of the metal disk. She stopped
her gentle rubbing of her inflamed rear and slid her fingers into the deep
furrow of her ass. She could feel the pressure beneath her fingertips as she
pried open, her ass-crease.
A wave of total degradation flooded through her body and mind. She blubbered
like a baby, almost choking on her sobs of embarrassment, but her fingers
continued spread her ass cheeks wide. As her ass-flesh was pulled tight, her
asshole puckering inward and outward like a dark pulsating star.
"The little thieving bitch had fallen completely into my clutches. She had
been so afraid of being locked up in jail and not seeing her rug-rats that she
had given in to my humiliating demands. Now I have the sexy bitch right where I
wanted her, ready to make her my sex slave my Fucktoy." Roy thought to himself.
"She was going to pay me in full. Not for the stuff she stole. I couldn't
care less about that. But she was going to pay for what Brittany did to me." Roy
continue to think then burst out with a side splitting laughter; that was filled
with sadistic lust as he poked his left index finger where the tiny star shape
bud of her asshole winked out from the shadows. "Damn I going to enjoy reaming
this tight bugger out, but first."
"Oh my God!" Tricia groaned in shame, when a finger prodded the tight star of
her rectum. Goosebumps sprang up all over her body as that finger ever so
lightly traced a path on her skin from her twitching rectum entrance across the
small span of skin between her legs to the bottom of her pussy and around her
pussy-slit.
Tricia strained forward, pushing the front of her thighs painfully against
the edge of the metal desk that Roy had narrowed almost to a point. Her weight
shifted forward, pinching her exquisite breasts against the metal until they
ached. But no matter how much she squirmed, she couldn't get away from the
roaming finger as it swirled around her pussy-slit and lining up with the mouth
of her pussy-hole.
"Eeekkkkeeee!" Tricia squeaked in pain as the thick finger shoved into her
dry vagina. "Nooo! Dooon't dooo th...that" She groaned in shame as the finger
began pistoning like a small cock.
"You better get that nasty twat greasy if you know what's good for you!" Roy
snarled, leaning forward in the chair so he could get a better view of his
Fucktoy's twat that he was crudely finger-fucking as she was forced to lean over
the desk like a cheep street whore.
When his jamming finger easily slid far up the trembling woman's twat he
shoved a second finger inside.
"Don't hurt me!" Tricia cried as she felt her pussy being stretched.
Roy scissored the two fingers in her cunt-hole, twisting one way, then the
other. The humiliated young woman felt terribly used and abused, dark black
lines streaked down her cheeks as her tears dragged her makeup down her face.
That wasn't the only fluid that was flowing. Despite the humiliation and pain
she was suffering, the two fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy-hole was
causing her pussy to secrete its natural lubrication. Not in pleasure but as a
defensive from the ripping pain was causing. Whatever the reason Tricia sham
deepened even more as she felt her pussy juices flow out of her pussy slit and
dribble to the floor from her carroty pussy hair.
"There's enough twat-cream now," Roy quipped, as he suddenly ripped the two
thick fingers out of her twat.
Tricia heard a soft thud behind her somewhere on the floor, and she rolled
her head around to see. Her young tormenter was naked from the waist down, and a
tremendous thirteen-inch prick was jutting out from his hairy crotch. She
couldn't believe what she was seeing. Not only was it the longest cock that she
had ever seen, but also it was the thickest. It was thicker then her wrist.
There was no way that throbbing purple monster would be able to fit into her.
"Oh, God, no!" Tricia cried, and tried to push her nude body up from the
desk.
But a large hand smacked the back of her head causing her face to be slammed
back down against the top of the desk. The metal smacked her right cheekbone as
hard as if she had been hit with a fist.
"Ugh!" Tricia yelped, clenching her eyes close and trying to force her head
to clear.
"Shut the fuck up; BITCH!" Roy growled at her as he guided his bulbous purple
cock-head into her pussy-slit. "Don't give me any shit! You're nothing but a
Fucktoy. MY FUCKTOY!"
"OOOHHHDEARGOD! You'll kill me with that thing. Tricia wailed. "Oh, please
don't stick your thing into me! It's too big. "
"Tough titty said the kitty!" Roy snarled sadistically. "Say hello to Dong
Kong!"
"EEEEAAAAKKKKEEEE!!!!"
Tricia howled like a dieing cat as three inches of throbbing prick rammed
into HER tiny cunt-hole before wedging tightly in her cuntal grip. The thick
cock tugged sharply at the tender flesh of her cunt walls.
"It hurts!" Tricia shrieked. "It's ripping me to pieces! Take it out! Oh,
please-take your thing out of me!"
With a beastly laugh Roy rocked his hips in a little circle to aid his mighty
throbbing prick into the tiny tight snatch. He had a naked, sexy bitch sprawled
over his desk and was feeding her his long, rigid prick. And even if it split
the little bitch's twat wide open, he was going to fuck all of Dong Kong into
her.
The bulging cock-head felt like a small fist in Tricia's cunt-hole. Her cunt
ring squeezed down tightly on the thick shaft. Slowly, the prick began inching
back out of her cunt-hole, and then it fucked violently inside once again.
Another two inches of her twat channel was broached as the cock-stroke spread
cunt-juice in her fuck-hole.
"Aaargh!" Tricia screamed as another couple of inches of prick was fucked in.
Her tight cunt walls were shoved brutally out of the way stretching them super
thin as the monstrous thick cock burrowed further and further in. Another few
tearing cock-strokes wedged even more of the massive prick into her cunt. With
just over half of the massive cock in her totally distorted cuntal passage the
mushroom cock-head knocked roughly against the end of her cuntal passage,
against the narrow doorway of her womb.
"Half way there BITCH!" Roy snigger with glee. "Get that nasty twat ready to
take the rest.
Tricia squirmed and shuttered in sheer agony beneath Roy as he wrapped his
powerful hands around her narrow waist. Roy's giddy statement rung in her ears,
"Halfway there? Take the rest?" Surely that was impossible. Already her pussy
was stretched beyond belief and the fat cock-head was shoved agonizingly against
her cervix. There was simply no place for more of the monstrous cock to go. But
she was wrong, so very, very wrong, which, Tricia quickly and painfully
discovered.
Roy drew three inches of his cock that that was inside her back out. After
pausing for a few moments he tighten his grip around Tricia's narrow waist and
yanked her backwards. At the same time Roy thrust his hips forward. Dong Kong
roared through her incredible tight twat and even tighter womb. A wide grin of
satisfaction spread across Roy's face as his heavy jism filled balls slapped
into the small "V" of her crotch.
"AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEEKKKKKK! OHDEARGOD! NOOOOOOOOO" Tricia wailed.
She was sure that she was going to die. Not since the birth of her son had
anything pass through her birth canal. Mother nature's hormones had prepared her
body for that birth. And she was doped out to the max. Still she went through
hellish pains as she delivered little Keith.
But now she didn't have either of those things to ease the excruciating
mind-blowing pain. Now not only did she felt the monstrous prick rip its way
through the narrow birthing canal but felt the fat mushroom head of the prick
pop into her womb.
"How do you like that, Bitch! Just think of every pounding cock-stroke, is
one more day you won't have to spend in prison!''
The massively thick hard cock pounded in and out of her aching pussy. Tricia
howled at the top of her lungs, each time the swollen cock-head battered its way
into her womb. Her entire insides felt as if they were being rip to shreds by
the monstrous 13" long thick cock-shaft, even her pussy-juices, which were
flowing heavily as a defensive measure did not ease her horrific pain one iota.
She could hear the wet sloshing sounds of her pussy as she was brutally raped
from the rear like some bitch dog in heat.
"That's a tight fucking twat!" Roy hissed as he reamed his throbbing cock
into her. Her twat was squeezing Roy's cock harder than a fist. He could feel
gripping twitching cuntal walls along every inch of his buried prick meat, and
the wet heat of her cunt-juices felt like it would scald his skin.
Never before had had Dong Kong buried to the hilt in a twat. Roy was lucky to
get nine good inches it into one before the bitch he was fucking squeal for him
to stop pushing in. Most of the time, not even that much. But with Tricia here
he didn't need to worry about that problem. She had no say on the subject.
"Oh God it hurts! It hurts, real bad! Please take it out! Please. Ohdeargod
please take it out!" Tricia howled as her pussy-hole and womb was brutally
fucked.
"Hot damn!" Roy gasped. "My balls are about to explode! Get ready BITCH! Dong
Kong is about to fill your nasty twat with cum!"
Tricia felt his prick swell even further inside her. Then a hot wetness
blasted not only into her pussy-hole but also into her womb. The stick stuff
seem to be scalding her womb as the jism filled up the cavity meant for holding
an unborn child. Sticky cum splattered out of her jism filled womb and spread
over the deep end of her pussy as she continued to be raped. His cock-head
hammered and spat then beat at her again, again and again.
The raping prick shot its sticky juices into the tortured young woman,
filling her so completely the sticky gooey stuff jetted out of her cunt to run
down the insides of her legs. She gasped and shuttered as the still hard, long
thick prick was yanked out of her. She thought she was being turned inside out.
The retreating of the massive prick came so suddenly that it left the young
sobbing woman had her feeling kind of hollow before her thinly stretched cunt
walls collapsed back in.
Though she desperately wanted to get out of the little Security Office.
Tricia remained laying across the metal desk. Both from the horrid raping that
had left her as week as a kitten and fear of what her rapist would do to her if
she moved without permission. So she remained bent over atop of the desk as her
rapist pulled his trousers back up
"Please, sir may I get dress and go home now? Please?" Tricia blubbered over
her sobbing.
"Bitch I'm not finished with your ass by a long shot. But I need to make an
appearance topside. So I'm going to tuck you away for a while."
