Thread: The Handmaiden's Tale (Wander and Chanti)

Truly, if there was a more detestable sight then it could not exist within the realms of this universe. Being raped is the lowest form of degradation for a woman and the very peak of chauvinism of man. It is a return of man to his feral ways and a depiction that they are not yet ready for a civilised universe within which they exist. It is a depiction that man has a lot more to learn. Survival and territorial conquest appears to be the only source of existence and that man can never rise towards the solidarity of interdependence working together and not against each other. The hopes for such a future maybe bleak, yet such hopes exist and men like Herodontus who are slaves to the needs of sense gratification are in fact the destroyers of such hope. The true altruist is selfless and hopes to achieve good for not only himself but his fellow being and of mankind as a whole but the commander had genuflected before his lust and allowed it to tower him, control him, and shape his actions in a manner it deems fit in order to achieve nothing apart from insatiable carnal appeasement. A malicious guffaw of contentment reverberated within the harrowing home of debauchery. This was the sound of the laughter of the man who had lost all contact with his conscience and the very concept of guilt was as alien to him as water to the deep desert. So, someone suddenly lost all the pride and instantly became complacent at the very touch of a mans phallic strength? He mocked as a massive arm came forward and seized the long mane of lush golden hair. The crude brutish strength of the commander was displayed in full blow at this action for as he tugged, the young maidens cranium was jerked backwards fiercely and now she could see the ceiling above her, her neck arched to painful proportions and her hair tugged so acrimoniously that she could feel them being wrenched at their very root. But the commander was a master at manoeuvre and knew how to manipulate and contort a body by mere might without lasting damage and Sophie was like meat under a crafty butchers knife who knew exactly how and where to place his cuts in order to create the right impact with minimal damage to the delicacy within his grasp. Just above her was the grinning expression of the face she would not forget in her entire life and which would haunt her for eternity like the spectre of terror, haunting a being with fear and threat and never really giving it because it revelled in the consternation of its victim. But Sophies fear was answered when the pain of the tug was blemished by another, much deeper pain. Smack! This time it was not a slap, but something far worse. Tremendous phallic virility engulfed her frailty and consumed it. Herodontus did not wait, he did not make a single effort to let her adjust, he plunged with impetuous force, defiling the young maiden and stripping her off her chastity as he struck through her hymen and pulverised her within by sheer girth. Fuck! Thought the commander She is so tight, I am going to have to push with all my force. and he did. Tugging the long mane of hair with greater force, the hips thrust forward on and on. The intensity followed through until young girl who was womanized by the beast felt the phallic girth thrust deeper and deeper, forcing its way so deep inside where she would permit no man to go. Presently the commander penetrated her womb and Sophie could feel his pelvis pressed hard against her buttocks trying to force entry deeper even though he had already traversed the very ebb beyond which her body had no more leeway in order to accommodate him any further. FUCK! Moaned the commander and he felt the warmth of her womanhood, the clenching of her walls around the alien presence against them, as well as the blood trickling down his shaft. He had stolen her prized possession and now he would claim her for his pleasure. Smack! A slap to her bottom, marking it with the print of his hand announced the oncoming onslaught which would be like a relentless storm, destroying all in its wake. Back and forth, back and forth, he moved, going all the way out only to slam back inside her with more vicious and violent derision. Pat! Pat! Pat! The sound grew louder with each impact as his body slapped against her buttocks with each ruthless thrust while his hands ran in rhythm to his movements, creating a symphony of accurately played cords, depicting the absolute expertise of the commander in this depraved act as he tugged her hair harder and slapped her bottom harder with each ever growing savage thrust.