Thread: Paragon, Feminist (Vicious and Supple)

Sarah had always had problems with her massive tits. Not just the social awkwardness, the stares and the catcalls. There were simple physical problems that came from having a quarter of your weight hanging off your chest. She had back problems and stiffness, although thankfully no stretch marks. She had trouble sitting in narrow airline seats. It was difficult for her to type, having to literally reach around her own breasts to reach any keyboard. She had to wear mostly custom clothes, bras simply didn't come in a size that would fit her. But all of those paled into tiny, insignificant problems compared to the pain that her swinging tits inflicted as they jerked and dragged against her rib cage. Austin was fucking her so hard that the massive globes of flesh were bouncing around like dice shook in a cup. They jerked and flopped, tugging her this way and that on the desk. If she had her arms free to support herself it wouldn't be nearly as painful. But with her arms pinned and her head jerked back so far that she thought her neck might snap there was nothing to do to stop her traitorous body from inflicting even more pain on her. So it wasn't just relief from the rape when Austin's cock stopped pistoning in and out of her clenching, spasming pussy. Her whole body relaxed when he loosed his grip on her and at last let her slump forwards onto the desk. She lay there panting for a long moment, too disoriented and well fucked to move much. Austin's cock was still lodged in the warm, tight confines of her pussy, stretching her edges. Sarah mustered in her the will to resist but for now she simply lay there and panted, desperately basking in the much needed reprieve. Her reprieve was short lived though. No! She squeaked, trying to cover her tits with her hands when Austin began to grope them. The gesture was futile though. Not only was Austin strong enough to peel her fingers away effortlessly or force his own hands under her so that they might as well not be there. There was simply too much a creamy expanse of flesh for one pair of arms to defend it all against her rapist's probing fingers. His gentle stroking and teasing was as humiliating as the rape, although markedly less pleasant. But when he began mauling, squeezing, and slapping her she started to struggle again. Her thighs clenched desperately against him as she tried to wiggle free, her hands battered at his and pried futilely at his fingers to try and earn some measure of relief for her tortured breast flesh. Far from a complacent victim she struggled and fought, a bundle of elbows and energy in Austin's arms as he tried to control her. F-fuck you. Get...get off me. She panted, trying futile to buck him. The motion jammed her hips back into his just at the inopportune moment when he began to thrust in earnest and the force of the blow inside her made her shriek in agony. Slowly the pace of her rape began to pick up again until Austin was slamming into her with jackhammer intensity. But this time his hands were also torturing her massive breasts, mauling and pinching until she though he was going to tear them off. Tears streamed down Sarah's face as she fought him, trying to elbow him in the head whenever he moved forwards and prying at his hands when he moved back. Although her senses were too messed up to really register anything her woman's instinct took over when his pace sped up. Without realizing how she knew it she knew what was coming. N...Nooooo! She moaned in humiliation and defeat as his hips thrust forward, cum spurting into her like a fire hose. The torrent was immense. Not just pumping, contracting squirts, it was like he was pissing semen up into her womb. She could feel the warmth of his juices dripping from her pussy and running down the inside of her thighs. She could smell it, musky and strong as the scent of fucking filled the office. It was the most degrading, disgusting experience of her life. She slumped forward again when he pulled his messy cock out of her pussy and a torrent of cum followed, splattering to the floor and making a mess of her inner thighs. She felt polluted by it, like he had dunked her crotch in something filthy beyond measure. She gathered her strength as she felt him move behind her, only dimly registering his words. ...and open your legs, cunt. She feigned disorientation, not difficult considering how messed up she truly was. Then, with her gymnast's speed and strength she whirled on the desk, her legs coiling beneath her. FUCK YOU! She spat, and aimed a tremendous kick directly at his erect cock. Hey, I'll be out of town until Wednesday. Probably won't have a chance to post, but who knows.