0 comments/ 34319 views/ 0 favorites Theotherman Ch. 01 By: scoptophile For almost a decade Virginia had been begging her husband Mark to let her have sex with another man. It was not that Mark didn’t satisfy her: his cock was the perfect size and he could last almost forever. But she had always entertained fantasies of being taken by a stranger or near-stranger while Mark watched from a secret hiding place. (Actually, the fantasy went back to when she was about ten years old, so the “husband” in the fantasy had not always been Mark!) In the end, Mark or whoever was her ultimate possessor—who, truth be told, had been her own father in the original fantasy—would come storming in, act enraged, humiliate the “unfaithful” couple and then force them to continue having sex in front of him. When the stranger was almost ready to come Mark/Dad would introduce his cock to her mouth and they would all climax together. When Virginia talked about the fantasy during sex, always concealing its incestuous origins, it seemed to turn Mark on, but when she talked about making it come true he would always deflect her. He had shared lovers before her, and it always ended in heartbreak. Also, what she wanted was extremely dangerous. What if the “stranger” got really freaked out and went for his gun when Mark came in? Virginia insisted that there was some way they could work it out; pay a professional actor, perhaps. She was sure she could modify the fantasy somewhat for practical reasons … But Mark would always change the subject, and she wondered whether the idea bored him or if he was just too lazy or too chicken to make it happen. Around the time when most married couples lose interest in each other Virginia began to look on the internet for people who shared her fantasy. She had no intention of actually having sex behind Mark’s back. But the desire had grown stronger as sex within her marriage became less frequent, and she was hungry to at least discuss her urges with a more sympathetic party. The world of internet sex was a strange one to this daughter of a Presbyterian minister. At times she thought she was the only actual woman, as opposed to whores and posing pervert males, in the chatrooms she visited. Most of the men were incredibly crude and could not or would not spell. i wan 2 stick my 8” pecker n ur tite mature asshole was the typical response to her postings. Almost all of them wanted anal sex, a thought that made her squirm. She didn’t even really like wiping her ass, the sensation was too powerful and strange, and she never wore thongs or g-strings. She even had a bidet installed in her bathroom to stay perfectly clean while minimizing contact. Her anus was a particularly dark, mysterious place in her imagination, a place she avoided as much as possible. Could it be that a majority of men (maybe even Mark) wanted something so dirty, so twisted and unimaginable? Mark had joked about it during their courtship but her reactions were so severe that he had never brought it up again. Finally, after weeks of being assailed with outrageous propositions and a flood of increasingly graphic spam, Virginia found a correspondent who was erotic without being obscene, who wrote perfect sentences and seemed to know her deepest desires without even asking. After a few emails she was addicted to username: theotherman, and even let him know Mark’s work schedule so that they could spend all of her free time messaging each other. She quickly learned one reason for the appalling grammar on the internet: with only one hand free (the other frantically worrying her pussy and clit) it was pretty hard to use the shift key, and typos came often. Fastidious in most respects, she was disgusted by the mess she left on her office chair. The more guilt and shame overwhelmed her between their chat sessions, the more she came, sometimes hundreds of times, while masturbating with her online lover. Sometimes she wondered who this person was, but it didn’t matter much to her. She thought “he” might be a lesbian, or someone too severely disabled to have actual sex, or a disgustingly fat person; any of these in fact seemed likely, considering the coarse insensitivity of most healthy men. She had no intention of ever meeting him, or her, so it was an academic issue, one that occasionally distracted her from the emotional turmoil of what she had involved herself in. One Saturday Virginia went out on an errand, and returned to find Mark sitting in a chair opposite the front door, staring, apparently waiting for her. She glanced behind him to the family room and saw that her computer was turned on. All at once she knew she was busted. All her blood seemed to drop from her body, through the soles of her shoes; she could feel it draining down to the center of the earth. “Some pretty interesting stuff there in your cache,” Mark said. He was a computer professional and was always using words like cache. “Mark, I’m …” “Don’t be sorry baby,” Mark smiled his evillest smile. Virginia knew at once that this was much, much worse than she’d ever thought it could be; the smile bode far more ill than all the violent rages she’d imagined. “This is your lucky day,” he continued. “My … lucky day?” she asked. She was confused, and confusion was a big improvement over how she had felt a moment ago. “Yeah. I invited your friend over.” “You did WHAT? Who?” “You know who. theotherman. Nice handle, BTW.” Even though it takes longer to say than “by the way,” Mark used the abbreviation in speech, along with LOL, WYSIWYG, and ROTFLMAO, which he actually had a weird way of pronouncing as a word. “Mark, I—I don’t believe you.” “Believe me. We’re going to do this thing just like you’ve always wanted. There’s just one condition.” “Mark, today? I’m not ready, I don’t know, it’s just so sudden. No, no, I can’t.” “Gin baby, it’s happening whether you are ready or not.” “Then how can there be a condition?” As she asked this Virginia’s tone sharpened from its earlier, contrite near-sob; and Mark’s face correspondingly darkened. “The condition, Gin baby,” she winced as sarcasm cut through his pet name for her, “is that if you want to stay married to me, and my nice cock, and my house and my car that I let you drive and the vacations that I take you on, you will do everything that theotherman tells you to do.” Virginia gasped. “But you don’t even know him! What if he tries to kill me?” “I’ll be there, just like in the fantasy, in the bedroom closet. I won’t let him hurt you too much.” The last two words reverberated loudly enough in Virginia’s mind to silence her. “You’d better get ready. He’ll be here in an hour.” He looked her up and down coldly. “He didn’t specify costume, so … I’d just go with black thigh highs. No bra or panties. The dress doesn’t matter, it probably won’t last long.” He chuckled at his last remark and sent her upstairs with a slight motion of his head. Naked at her vanity Virginia took stock of herself and her situation. She had never worked or earned money in her life; it was too easy to live off men. But at thirty-eight, she was no longer anyone’s idea of a trophy wife. Mark had scoffed at her when she asked for a boob job, said he would buy one of those stress-relieving sand-filled balloons instead if that’s what he wanted to squeeze. She’d actually noticed that, ass man though he was, he paid her breasts more attention now that they were starting to sag. When he mounted her from behind he would take them in his fists and painfully twist them, something he’d never done back when her nipples pointed heavenward instead of straight ahead. Mark was against any kind of plastic surgery. She thought her butt needed liposuction: though it still had an exciting shape, and no amount of surgery could make it small, she was dismayed by some little bumps of cellulite that had recently appeared in the southern hemisphere of each cheek. Mark said he loved her golf ball butt. She knew a little work with the laser or the needle would take care of the tiny lines around her eyes and mouth, but Mark would not hear of it. Virginia honestly didn’t think he cared that much for a “natural” look. It was just against his principles to invest money in her looks. It was an investment he couldn’t reclaim if he ever lost her; indeed, it made losing her more likely, and the benefits of his investment would fall directly into the hands of another with no legal obligation to repay him. Mark was such a businessman in every way, but he was particularly businesslike about love and sex. In fact this is what made him so attractive to Virginia; she couldn’t stand the cooing, baby-talking, phony-seeming affection that other couples had. She wanted to be more like him, to be able to look at her naked assets and decide whether or not what she was going into was worth it. After all, he might be bluffing about divorce. Cellulite, sag, and all she was still a pretty woman, but her age alone made replacing Mark unlikely. If Mark were single tomorrow morning, he would have an eighteen-year-old by tomorrow night, she thought. Any attractive, well-off man who becomes single at his age is the same way. She thought about the sorts of middle-aged men one sees out on dates in restaurants, schoolteachers, bearded beret-wearers, and she steadied her hand to apply a dark red lipstick. One funny thing about Mark was that he never let her shave her pussy. For bikini season she was permitted to shave her armpits, at least, but that day she had a thick bush of dark hair in each. Her legs were waxed, never shaved; Mark said all this was because he couldn’t stand stubble, but she suspected it was a fetish or the beginnings of one. Today, her pussy would be making its first “public appearance,” so to speak, and she really wished she could at least trim it. But she knew how angry Mark would be so she attempted to tame it somewhat with a hairbrush. The tugging of the hairs thrilled her pussy and reminded her momentarily that this had been her fantasy, after all. There was no more getting-ready to be done, so she rolled on her stockings, picked out a simple green dress and went to sit in the bedroom. Mark was nowhere to be found. Was he in the closet already? She would have looked, but she thought if she opened the door and did find him there she might have a heart attack. Instead she just sat there, almost ready to vomit from nervousness and anticipation. A few millennia later, it seemed to Virginia, the doorknob turned and a man entered the bedroom. He was short, stocky, and Hispanic-looking. The only thing about him that wasn’t nondescript was the enormous bulge in the front of his jeans. It wasn’t a hard-on, Virginia could tell; it was either padding or a whole lot of dick and balls. “Hi, nice to meet you,” he said flatly, not making eye contact except with the nipples that poked firmly through her dress. Virginia did not consider herself racist but she had never had sex with anyone who wasn’t white. She believed he would smell different, feel different, make different sounds, and not in a good way. “So you’re theotherman?” she asked, fearing too late that asking questions might not be such a great idea. “My real name’s Ramon,” he said. “That’s one question. You have two more before we get started.” “I didn’t know…” “No complaining, Virginia. That’s one of the rules.” “Could you at least just tell me what the rules are?” “You’ll learn as we go. That’s two questions.” She opened her mouth and closed it again, a tear coming from her eye instead of words. It rolled slowly down her cheek. Ramon watched it drop from her chin to the front of her dress. “Your dress is all dirty now. You’d better take it off.” “What?” “Take off your dress. That’s three questions.” The tears came in earnest now as Virginia stood and pulled her skirt above her waist, revealing her pantyless dark bush to this total stranger. He stared at it, smiling slightly and nodding, and his gaze followed the line of exposure as the hem of the dress traveled over her breasts and neck and finally her head. Once she was naked, the fear and embarrassment that had provoked Virginia’s tears gave way to a terrible feeling of insecurity. She remembered all her self-criticisms in front of the mirror, and now she imagined that this Ramon was judging her even more harshly as his eyes roved up and down her body. “Turn around.” Sniffling, she turned and presented her ass for inspection. Probably her worst “problem area” was the back of her thighs, which had both a little bit of cellulite and a few dark blue veins. That area, and the crumpled part of her ass could feel Ramon’s eyes like searing laser beams of disdain. “Nice ass. Anyone ever fucked it? Mark told me he never did.” Virginia blushed a deep crimson; she was pretty sure her ass was blushing too. “Answer me, Virginia, or things will start to go badly for you.” “N-No,” she managed, praying with all her being that Ramon was just trying to scare her and had no real intention of changing that answer. “Damn. You’ve been having sex for what, twenty-five years? And no one ever got up in that ass. You’re a real princess, Virginia, you know that?” He put his hands on her shoulders. They felt rough, workman’s hands. The shock of being naked and being touched by such hands filled her body with an indescribable sensation, not pleasant at all, as if all of her organs were transplants, all being rejected at once. She had had to shake working-class hands a few times, but now she was in them. No man who did manual labor had ever seen her naked before. Though she was utterly rigid, he managed easily to turn her back around to face him. The tears had left mascara-dark rivulets in her foundation makeup. “I asked you a question,” he said, squeezing her shoulders almost to the point of pain. “I asked if you knew that you’re a real princess.” “No,” she said, certain that any answer she gave would be wrong. “I’m going to show you what real women go through, and maybe by the end you will stop being a princess and start being a real woman. Would you like that?” “Yes,” she said. “The skin around your nipples gets real crinkly when they’re hard. But it ain’t that cold in here. Are you turned on, Virginia?” Without waiting for an answer he dropped his hand from his arm and plunged two sandpapery fingers into her pussy. Virginia groaned. She realized she was sopping wet, and as Ramon spread his fingers and opened her the juice dribbled down her leg. His other hand went first to one nipple, then the other, tugging and pinching them rudely. “I asked you, are you turned on, Virginia?” “I’m—scared,” she stuttered between the small gasps that were now emitting from her mouth at short intervals. “I asked you,” he said, suddenly introducing two more fingers and painfully thrusting them up against her cervix, “a YES or NO question. Are you turned on?” Not wanting to experience the punishment for lying, Virginia sobbed, “Yes.” “That’ll make this a lot easier for you,” he said nonchalantly, as if it didn’t matter to him one way or the other. “Now sit down on the bed.” She sat, and almost involuntarily crossed her legs. “Keep ‘em open.” With her eyes cast down, Virginia obeyed, feeling the usual thrill of nylon against nylon before an exaggerated shame at the hairiness of her pussy. As if reading her mind, Ramon commented, “That’s a bulging bush you got there. I’m glad Mark’s a hair-pie man.” When she looked up she saw that he had unzipped his fly to produce an enormous, semi-erect, uncircumcised brown cock. It flopped in the air as he moved toward her. “I think you know what’s next.” Her breathing shortened. She loved to suck cock, but only from directly above—there was no way she would allow herself to get face-fucked—and only right after Mark had taken a shower. She had smelled his dick funk once, and sent him to wash immediately. “Open wide, Virginia,” he said, waving it under her nose. “You don’t have to do a goddamn thing but open up wide. I’ll do all the work.” True to her fears, the smell of Ramon’s dick was almost unbearable. It smelled like feet and skunk with the faint undertone of a rotting dumpster. She would have believed it right then if he told her he had just fucked a corpse. She was certain she would vomit as soon as he put it in her mouth. “Come on, open up, Virginia. It’s going to last longer the more you make me wait. Tick, tick, tick …” With every cell in her body screaming in revulsion, Virginia did as she was told. It was not as bad as she thought. Once he was engulfed, she could only smell his balls, which just smelled like ball sweat. The taste of the cock was bitter but not as hideous as the smell foretold. She swallowed some of her saliva, let as much as she could run down her chin, and soon there was no taste or smell to the cock at all. The only thing she could smell now was the balls, and in a moment of inspiration she pulled back and down and began to lick them vigorously. Ramon had enormous balls; his scrotum was like a hairy, deflated football. “Whoa, baby, that taste good?” Ramon pulled away and slapped her firmly on the cheek. It was not a sadistic or heated act; he did it because he had to, obviously, according to the rules of his game. Still it reddened her cheek and made a further mess of the melange of tears and spittle and makeup on her face. “I told you I was going to do all the work, didn’t I?” Remembering that she had to, Virginia croaked out a feeble “yes”. “So why the fuck did you start licking on my balls when I didn’t tell you too?” “Because.” Even in her sorrow, she could quickly concoct a lie. “Because I thought you would like it, and your balls are so nice and big and brown.” “Well don’t do so much thinking, or you’ll get worse’n a slap on the face. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “So open up.” She opened her mouth again, and this time sucking him was not unpleasant. Ramon had begun again with gentler, shallower strokes, forceful and dominant but not enough to suffocate Virginia or make her gag. His prick was like rebar at the center, but the foreskin floated around it soft as silk. He started oozing precum the way lesser men come, and though she liked the taste she thought it humiliating to swallow anything that came out of a penis. So she again dribbled as much down her chin as possible. The greyish bubbly result formed little pools on her nylons, near the lacy tops on both thighs. She began to worry about where he would come. She hated it when come landed on her body, a thing that had only happened by accident in her sex life to date, and she dreaded the thought of it striking her face or hair. She would not swallow, and she generally allowed Mark to come in her mouth but then spat up the spittle-expanded “snowball” on his belly. She knew that bothered him a little bit, and assumed that this otherman would not stand for such a treatment. Her best hope, since she had a Norplant in her arm, was that he would transfer to her pussy before ejaculating. After a while, though, she would have been happy for him to come anywhere: her mouth was obscenely distended, her cheek muscles numb, her jaw in pain; she had never sucked a cock for so long. In her experience it had been either a prelude to sex or a service quickly rendered to her man. The sole purpose of Ramon’s face-fucking seemed to be her discomfort and humiliation. He made no sounds of enjoyment and seemed perfectly in control, as if he could go on for hours if he decided to. She tried acrobatics with her tongue, hard suction, and even looked up into his eyes, but nothing she could do was going to hasten his climax. Suddenly, when he was at the back of her throat, he began to instruct her. “Now I’m going to pull it almost all the way out. Once you have just my head in your mouth, suck as hard as you can. Understand?” She mumbled her assent through the mouthful of cock-flesh. He withdrew until the rim of his helmet was up against her teeth, and she sucked so hard that his head must have doubled in length. At once a urethra-full of spermy muck was ejected into her mouth. Virginia grimaced; there was clearly a high piss content in this batch of precum. theotherman Ch. 02 The strangest mix of thoughts swirled in Virginia’s ever-lightening head as she lay naked on her belly reluctantly spreading the cheeks of her big ass. She wanted to do everything right so as not to piss off Mark and ruin her marriage; but some childish, bitchy part at the core of her being wanted to rebel and take revenge. When her mind drifted to the unfairness of the whole game, tears came quickly, and she did not want to cry, or else she wanted to bawl like a baby. The only thing she was sure of is that she did not want even a finger up her anus, and she was sure to get much worse in moments. The dark-haired man named Ramon watched without passion. She was almost certain this was not the man who had written the e-mails, “theotherman” whom she’d messaged with: he was not tender, not romantic, in fact he did not seem to care about her at all. If she felt pain or pleasure, she realized, it was all the same to him. This was worse than if he actually wanted to make her scream and suffer. There was no way to turn it around on him and ruin his fun. “Relax baby. You’ll be the second ass I fucked today. Remember that taste on my cock when I first stuck it in your mouth?” Virginia gagged when she recalled the deathly taste on his penis, and her shock lurched through her body in a wave of bare white flesh. Ramon chuckled. “I like your body baby. It’s going to be good to watch it react to what I do. Do you know what? How about I give you a second chance to lube up. You have to do it yourself, that’s the rule.” Virginia shook her head and let a muffled scream of dissent into the mattress. “Okay then.” Ramon hocked up what sounded like an enormous gob of phlegm. Virginia could hear him slathering it on his penis. He was going to put his snot inside her. The revolt at this thought brought home to every cell in her body the reality of what was about to happen. She was going to be fucked in the ass. She could remember the first time she had ever heard of the practice, back when she was fourteen and some boy was jokingly trying to stump her argument of pregnancy fears. She got angry then and never spoke to the boy again, but for weeks afterwards she thought about it almost obsessively, the image of a man thrusting his hard-on into her asshole being too vivid to dispel from her mind for very long. When finally she did dispel it, after a night of drinking mudslides with her fellow cheerleaders that ended in an orgy of pussy-licking, the thought of anal intercourse never, ever returned to her. It did not stay out of mind the way a boring person would: instead, it was as if some part of her mind was on constant patrol to keep thoughts or reminders of anal sex from entering. Now it all came back to her. The shittiness of the act, above all, was what offended her. It made shitting itself into something dirty, something sex-like. But now she could not help but wonder what sort of shitting a cock in her ass would be like, the pain of forcing a constipated shit? Certainly, but she also imagined the cramping that came with diarrhea. The hole that she used to shit was about to be used for sex. It was a horror, inconceivable. A draft of air, from Ramon moving, brought up goosebumps on her ass. At the top of her crack she was turning red from stretching herself apart for so long. The only thing she could do to keep from screaming was to convince herself that it was all a joke, a way for Mark to assert his dominance. He wouldn’t go through with it. He had always been the jealous type! There was no way he would let another man take her anal virginity. Just when she had convinced herself completely she felt the head of Ramon’s cock crunching the hair around her asshole. The scream came out. She remembered how Mark had insisted their bedroom be windowless, at the middle of the house, and soundproofed so they could fuck all they wanted. “Scream all you want,” Ramon said as he leaned forward, roughly grabbing her upper arms. He was very adept at moving yet keeping his cockhead nested in the pit of her asshole. “But you might want to save it for when you really need to.” Virginia stopped screaming, choked, and swallowed hard. “Please, Ramon, please! Give me—the lube!” “Oh baby, you know you got to give it to yourself. It ain’t like me to give extra chances.” “Please Ramon, I’ll do anything. You want money? Oh my God, just let me put some of that lube …” “Just tell me where you want to put it, Virginia.” “In my …” “Say it.” “Up my asshole,” she managed after a couple of sobs. “Okay baby, okay!” She could hear him smiling. It was so degrading to her to be so keyed in to the thoughts and intentions of this dirty, brown, low-class Mexican. She couldn’t believe she was thinking racist thoughts. They had been there all along, her whole life, pushed down somewhere deep along with her phobia of anal intercourse. “Here you go.” A tube of lube plopped down on the mattress next to her head. “Anal-ease” it was labeled, and a new shudder of disgust went through her mind that this practice was so widespread as to provide a market for such a product. She remembered gay men, and somehow it seemed more okay when they did it. Like making the choice, having the choice, was what was wrong with it. She had an overactive mind and always managed to have these stray, confusing thoughts in moments of crisis. “Go ahead baby, just put some on your finger and then rub it around your asshole.” Her hand shaking, Virginia did exactly as she was told. The jelly was horribly cold, and she whimpered as she tentatively dabbed it on her asshole. Ramon took her by the wrist and, pinching it painfully, worked her finger around so that the pucker of skin around her almost nonexistent little hole was completely coated in lube. “Now rub some all over your finger and then stick your finger in your ass.” Virginia began to sob, and Ramon slapped her hard on her right ass cheek. “You want this the hard way?” Trembling, she squeezed a line of lube along her finger and with her other hand slathered up the whole digit. When she touched it to her asshole, her hand jerked away of its own accord, as if from a hot pan. A look back at Ramon’s cold eyes was enough to make her overcome the revulsion and replace the tip of her finger against her tiny, quivering orifice. “I can’t …” she blubbered. A sudden blow from the ball of Ramon’s hand drove the digit into her anus knuckle-deep. The sensation of a finger in her ass wasn’t new to Virginia, of course; she had endured it many times at gyno exams. When this happened, in fact throughout the whole invasive process, her head would float above her body like a space capsule in orbit, while “medical things” happened to her disconnected body down below. With her own finger up her ass the disconnection was impossible. It made her feel so dirty, so unclean, with her finger especially feeling like it would never be clean again. “Work it around in there, baby, get nice and lubed up.” Without waiting for her to comply he gripped her finger between his own and began moving it in and out of her ass in a fucking motion. This was not something her gynecologist had ever done, and the sensation hit her right in the gut. She felt like she badly needed to shit, or maybe puke, but overwhelming forces were blocking her from doing either. “Fuck!” she exclaimed without meaning to. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Ramon said. “I think you’re as ready as you’re going to be.” At that he brushed her finger away, hocked phlegm again and audibly slathered the result on his prick. In less than a moment the head of his cock was pressing up against her asshole, harder and harder at a steady rate of increase, increasing the terror and the urgency that coursed through Virginia’s mind and her veins. With a pain like being stung by a wasp she felt the tip of the hot prickhead slip inside, and then without warning Ramon’s whole helmet was engulfed. She desperately wanted to shit, wanted to shit everything, would have shit her very guts out but for the chance to shit. “How does it feel, baby? My cockhead is right in your anus right now.” Virginia let out a long, low wail, almost like an air raid warning siren going off, and she was rewarded with a rough stinging slap on the back of her head. “I said, how does it feel baby?” “Ohhh…” She sobbed, blubbered, stammered, “I … feel … Like I need … to shit …” “You’re welcome to try, baby. Go ahead.” He wiggled his cockhead around in her ass. “I said, go ahead!” When Virginia felt the draft from his hand rising to strike her again, she instantly, without thinking, tried with all her might to shit his dickhead right out of her ass, straining as she never had before. At once he responded by pushing into her. The shaft of his prick began to slither up her rectum as she pushed with all her might, tightening it and increasing the pain. Her response was to push harder, which only doubled her suffering. “You can’t right now, baby, because right now I’m in control!” With each quarter-inch his cock proceeded into her ass, the pain intensified. The stinging, hot, stretching agony of the initial penetration had spread to her whole ass. As Ramon drove his cock deeper into her, she felt nauseous at first, then the sharp pain of a cramp in her belly. As he drove home and his crisp black pubes began to tickle her asscheeks, her vision began to fail, filling in turns with a white-hot light and an infinitely cold blackness. She could feel the pain in her breasts, across her sternum, in her fingertips which felt like they were swollen to the point of bursting. The screams were not coming out of her but out of everywhere, filling her entire universe with a symphony of pain. Blind and agonized as she was, Virginia was far from unconscious. The worst part was the awareness that a dick was in her ass, the degrading, horrible, inescapable fact of it. Far from swooning, she felt this vivid degradation in every inch of her naked body. She would never be clean or pure again. Her thoughts raced; she brought her hand to her mouth and began furiously chewing on the digits. Even worse than the degradation was the manifestation of the pain in her pussy and clit. In those places the pain was a swollen, throbbing yearning, a need, like the need for air, to be manhandled, molested, penetrated with brute force to relieve the horrible sensation in the rest of her body. Ramon’s balls slapped against her pussy lips, sending a quiver through Virginia that was almost like orgasm. He was now as far in her as he could be. She felt like the head of his prick was all the way up to the pit of her stomach, aggravating the nausea that now manifested herself as a tight pain across her nose and cheeks, and a throbbing in the balls of her blinded eyes. Ramon began to pull back. “You like that, bitch? Tell me you like it and I’ll kiss you on the neck.” At the suggestion the skin on her neck began to crackle with an electric craving to be kissed. The feeling of her ass closing behind the retreating cock was a new kind of pain to Virginia. Though of course she could not know this, it was the same pain a man feels a minute after being kicked in the balls, a feeling of having one’s insides sucked out. She stopped in mid-scream to shout out, “I like it!” He rewarded her with a kiss on the back of her neck that pulsed through her whole back like a shot of anesthetic. She moaned, with only his prickhead inside and the desperate need to shit gripping her. Then he drove home in one hard thrust and caused her to scream anew. As much as Virginia revolted against the assault, she felt strangely accepting of it. This was her place now, to be fucked in the ass; everything she was depended on it, and she could only submit to it. There were no more choices. For the rest of her life, she would be a dirty, depraved assfucking slut. There was no turning back now. The pain and terror that she felt in her body fell against deaf ears, as it reached a mind that was now shut to any denial or rebellion against the new state of affairs. Ramon began to fuck in earnest, pumping in and out of her ass at the leisurely rhythm of a reggae song. The pain began to recede from Virginia’s hands and face, and her vision came back to her. The site of the wrinkled sheet, so pale and neutral and yet so much a party to her degradation, brought on a renewed fit of sobbing. Ramon responded by picking up his pace. He soon reached the fever pitch of a speed-metal band, fucking in and out of her ass as fast as he could. Each time he reached the depths of her bowels, a flare of heat and white light engulfed Virginia’s body. It was not entirely without pleasure, and she could not deny that, if someone had touched her pussy right then, she would have come. As the pain receded to a dull roar, the capacity for rational thought returned to Virginia, and this was not a good thing. How long could this cold, impassive man last as he fucked her ass? It seemed it was entirely up to him how long he fucked her. She considered making moves to bring on his orgasm, but that hadn’t worked well for her during the blowjob. He seemed to have the stamina of a wild stallion, fucking in and out of her ass at maximum speed with no sign of approaching a climax. She began to fake orgasmic moans, and when this brought no change in the pace or the fervor of the onslaught, she began to roll her ass in little circles, thinking that responding positively might hasten her attacker’s crisis. He seemed to take no notice, but the movements of her ass brought a weird kind of pleasure to Virginia. Being able to adjust the level of sensation as she squirmed and wriggled was a great antidote to the terrible lack of control she felt. Any contrast to the pain of sodomy was pleasure. She would have liked someone to smack her across the jaw. Tentatively, she brought her hand down to her pussy and placed her thumb against her clit. The slightest pressure set her off into what might have been an orgasm, but the net result was her blacking out for a glorious moment. As she recovered she began to rub her clit and pussy vigorously, each soothing stroke of her fingers somewhat counteracting the deathly pain of the strokes of the cock in her asshole. The heat and stinging at Ramon’s point of entry declined into a desperately uncomfortable fullness. But the pain did not die, only moved away from its source, creeping up her spine, threatening to split her in half. She thought she might actually die if he did not stop soon. Her heart was racing faster than it ever had the two times in her life she had taken speed. It felt like it might stop at any minute, and it would for sure if the sensation in her body got any more intense. She stopped moving her ass and removed her hand from her cunt, which was all she could do to reduce her level of stimulation. “You want me to touch your pussy, don’t you,” Ramon said with perfectly measured breaths. “No … You’ll kill me!” Virginia cried. “Well, all right!” Ramon chuckled. “That’s what I plan to do anyway!” It couldn’t be! she thought. Mark wouldn’t want that! But she had not believed it would go any further at every step. Was this it, the end of her life, raped in the ass and then killed by this evil Chicano? The thought made her temporarily insane. She wailed at the top of her lungs and thrust her ass back at Ramon with all her might, hoping to unhorse him. This accomplished nothing but a deeper penetration than before, which made her feel like she needed to shit so badly that she thought she actually was shitting. “Hey I’s just kiddin’ baby,” said Ramon, giggling, panting, the first signs of arousal he had given her. “Whoa, that’s good!” “Shit! Shit! Shit!” she grunted, now moving her hips side to side to try for a lateral escape. Each time she moved it brought on a searing pulse of sensation, strong sensation, which was not completely painful but which she refused to admit was pleasure. “That’s right, baby! I done speared me a big piece of yo’ shit.” He wasn’t kidding; she could smell it. “It’s coatin’ all over my dick! I hope you liked what you ate, cause you gonna taste it again.” She looked back at him wide-eyed, her face contorted into a ghastly grimace. She was snorting like a pig, each exhale a little high-pitched scream. He had already put a shitty dick in her mouth. Though she no longer feared murder, she knew that the taste of her own shit, on his cock, was one of the next things she would experience for the first time. She gagged at the thought, and against her will her eyes wandered down to the point of entry. Ramon’s cock was coated with shiny, dark brown shit and was slowly disappearing back up her asshole. “Or maybe I’ll just wipe it off on your face and tits. I don’t know. Depends on how good you fuck me.” “I’m … not … fucking … you … You’re … fucking …” “I know, baby, that’s the problem. If you don’t start helpin’ me out I’m gonna need a nice blowjob to finish me off.” “H-How!?” she grunted, the word finishing off in a howl as Ramon picked up speed again. “How what, baby?” “How … aaah! should … I …. FUCK! … fuck … youOOOOH!?” “Oh. Okay. You want to know how to fuck me?” “Y, y, yhesssssss……” “Well first,” Ramon said, driving his prick to the hilt in her rectum, “What you gotta do is, push back when I push in. Then when I’m all the way in, push like you’re trying to shit. Do that now.” It was no problem for Virginia at that moment to strain her muscles like she was trying to take the shit of the century. Her anus clamped down on Ramon’s cock like a vise. “Oh that’s good!” he exclaimed, beginning to withdraw. “Now keep that up.” He began to fuck her in slow, deep strokes, and each stroke she complied with his demands. She pushed her whole ass back while he was pushing in, and as he pulled out she tried to shit him out. She was rewarded with a chorus of guttural moans of pleasure from her rapist. “Okay, now,” he said, catching his breath. “Keep doing that, but I want you to look back at me and smile.” What followed was an Oscar performance. Naturally Virginia’s face was as snarled up as it could possibly be. But maintaining the motions and flexions of her ass, she concentrated hard and made the tension leave the muscles of her face. Catching herself at the moment she relaxed, she set a tight, hard smile on her mouth and turned her head. Her eyes were as crazy as crazy could be. “Oh yeah, baby!” Ramon shouted. “Now tell me you want it harder. Ask me to fuck you in the ass hard.” “Fuck …” Virginia was cut short, lost her breath at a particularly violent stab from Ramon. “Eeeeeeggggaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhgggoh! FUCK!” she squealed. “FUCK ME HARD!” She could hear the sound of her own revulsion distorting the three syllables, as she screamed them at the top of her lungs. Ramon began to fuck her so hard and fast that she could hardly tell whether he was in or out of her ass. There was just a constant, a building, stressing, splitting, painful pressure, like a ball of shit and agony and humiliation that growing from her anus, growing inside of her, replacing what she used to be with itself. It was not as bad as before. Her screams fell mute. Instead of following Ramon’s technique, she began to wiggle and roll her ass like before, and now each sharp adjustment of his cock brought a spate of undeniable pleasure to her pussy. She was beginning to almost like it when everything stopped all at once. Ramon’s cock came springing out of her ass with a loud pop. The last thing she would have expected happened to Virginia: she wanted it back in there. The cavernous, hungry, sore, aching feeling he had left seemed worse than anything she had felt from the sodomy itself. But she would not beg. Instead of re-embuggering her as she wished, he crawled around to her face. She could smell a strong scent of asshole on his dick, the shit having rubbed together with her rectal mucus, which was dripping like pussy juice, and Ramon’s copious precum, and both of their sweat. theotherman Ch. 02 “You did it wrong,” Ramon said. “It’s time to blow me baby.” Through the ringing in her ears left by her screams and the horror that had just befallen her, Virginia could hear giggling in the room. A man’s giggling, a man that was not Mark. Indeed, more than one man’s giggling. She opened her eyes and saw not only a glistening, smelly, shit-streaked cock pointing directly at her mouth. There were now at least five other men in the room, some black, some white, one apparently Native American, and all seemed mightily amused, either at the assfucking they had just watched her do or the cocksucking that was about to take place. “Open your mouth, bitch, or I’ll have to knock your pretty teeth out. I want you to put on a good show for my brothers, show em what cocksucking’s all about! Come on baby, taste your asshole!”