Thread: PRIMAL FROST (Haruchai & Arctic Fox)

RE PRIMAL FROST Mariah was prepared to hit him for all she was worth. She knew how to fight and fight dirty, but apparently so did this mountain of a man. he caught her wrist, damn near breaking it. She could hear other women screaming as men just wanted to satisfy their animal needs. Let go of me! she snarled, pulling against him to get her hand free. He took a step or two back to the cell base and jerked her with him making her fall forward. By her wrist he dragged her to him. She still kept pulling to get free. He came up with a piece of something about five feet or so long. She audibly gasped as she watched him bend it easily around her wrist. She tried to move to get her legs under her again as she growled in anger at him. Her dark hair half masking her face giving a rather feral appearance, her heavy breathing making her breasts heave enticingly. In anger and pain she felt her arm being forced to bend at the elbow behind her. Grunting she resisted but it was no use, he was too strong. Like a rubber band it bent quickly behind her back, a moment later her right wrist that was restrained was joined by her left. Both coiled along her arm a couple of times and then crossed near the elbows making her chest and breasts thrust forward. Dammit! I said let me go! I am not your .... She was cut off as he grabbed her jaw. Who ever this beast was he knew anatomy apparently. He grabbed her where he knew it would pop her jaw open. She felt something metallicky being shoved into her mouth, just past her teeth. She could not close her jaw!!! awt ahhell! her heated breath came out unintelligently. Man pressed it wide just to make sure it was going to stay in. Her golden eyes narrowed angrily at him. She had never felt as vulnerable and as awkward as she did right then, but she knew it wasn't over. He stood a moment over her. To Mariah it was as if he was gloating over his conquest. He again grabbed her hair Making him watch his expression as well as watching him take his beast off its leash. When she was just becoming a woman she managed to sneak peeks of some of her bosses men, she was not a complete stranger to the male anatomy, but never had she seen ....this! Her eyes went wide, almost afraid of how thick it was and its length. She watched as it came out and his ballsac. Swollen and engorged its deep violet hue showed darker veins as it still seemed to be growing as it seemed to curve slightly upwards. Once unrestrained and so close Mariah could see light wisps of escaping warmth coming from it. Mariah closed her eyes as if willing this not to happen. This close to her she could smell his manhood, her body began to act against her mind. it did not take but a few moments before her nipples began to make their appearance against the prison shirt. The man handled his manhood slightly as he guided himself in past the restraint. Instantly Mariah could feel it in her. The taste of salt from his skin. She gave a whimper as she still tried to get free, to bite down and could not. The hand tangled in her hair began to force her to slide against the cock in her mouth, her tongue having no escape was forced to draw along the thick massive pole. As he tugged her it forced her eyes open, forcing her to look at the man taking her. It was not to long after he started that he forced his entire length into her making her panic and squeal before he would withdraw and let her breath a bit through her nose. His heavily filled testicles bumping her chin. He could not see, atleast she prayed so, that she was becoming moist. Her body even warmer. Again he forced her to take his entire length. She could feel it like a steel hard rod, her body bent back slightly still bobbing against him. Only when it seemed like she would pass out would he pull out so she could catch her breath. She heard a command lick me. It was a tone she could not refuse, her body immediately responded and began rubbing against the veins of his cock. She felt his other hand stroking against her neck and shoulder, slipping under the collar of the prison cotton shirt. through all this there was the thrusting of his cock in her mouth, still swelling to the point she thought it would burst. she could even taste a stronger bit of salt. The strokes became stronger, more insistant. Again he forced his organ down her throat, his testicles bumping into her chin. She again whimpered prettily.