Thread: Paragon, Feminist (Vicious and Supple)

Sarah struggled and squirmed as Austin re positioned her, scooting her forward until the meaty globes of her ass were hanging off his desk and then shoving her legs back until her knees were almost forced behind her. Even with years of yoga and gymnastic training she could feel her spine creaking, forcing her to support herself on one hand instead of fighting back the way she longed to. Fuck you. Fuck you! She screamed, clawing futilely towards Austin's face. Her nails were trimmed and painted conservatively but she still tried to tear his eyes, gouge his face. Instead the farthest she could reach was to rake his chest futilely. He seized a handful of her thick hair and she felt like it would tear out of her scalp. His tangled fist jerked and whipped her neck to whatever position he wanted it in, easily holding her at arms length. She clapped her free hand to his wrist, her fingers prying against his uselessly. This position was more personal, closer, as she glared up at him from beneath her long eyelashes. Her mascara made twin streaks down her cheeks and her tears had pooled the makeup into dark spots beneath her eyes. Her eyes were full of hate and fury as she glared up at him. Unf! She moaned when he pushed his cock back into her, trying to twist and swivel away from him as best she could. Her soupy cunt contracted around him involuntarily when he pushed into her. She could feel the bulbous head of his cock pushing farther and farther into her. This first penetration was the worst. The rough fucking from before had blended into a sawing hell of misery. This time she could feel every vein, every ridge as it slid deeper and deeper and deeper into her. You...fucking...cocksucker... She grunted out her words, each one pushed out of her by a vicious thrust. People don't...just...disappear. She gritted her teeth. I've got...thousands of fans...I'm meeting...my manager later today...there's no way...you'll get away...with...this...uuuuungh! She spat the words at him through gritted teeth, denial plain in her words and denial flashing in her mind. There's no way he'll get a way with this. There's no way he'll get away with this! This can't be happening! Whatever you do...to me...I'll make sure...some skinhead...motherfucker...does to you...in...priso-! Austin interrupted her by spitting directly in her face. Sarah's cheeks flushed with shame and rage. The physical assault wasn't the worst of it. There was the sense of violation, yes. But the degrading names he called her, or being stripped and bent over, or being spat on like an animal, the humiliation of it was worse than any physical sensation he could possibly put her through. Waves of shame and degradation washed over her. Confusing her senses as, inevitably, friction and stimulation began to take it's course. Her traitorous pussy began to lubricate, juicing in raw response to the massive cock pummeling in and out of it. The squelching noises filling the office began to intensify. Each thrust sent a new spurt of cum leaking from her pussy and dripping down her ass to pitter patter on the floor in droplets. This isn't happening. This can't be happening.