Thread: Transporting Taylor (Dere and skittish_butterfly)

Their two bodies slapped together, sliding and sweaty. Martin kept Taylor precariously balanced as he pounded her. He could feel her long, toned body straining hard as the strappado tore at her shoulders. Squeezing her hips tighter, he pushed ever deeper and felt her virgin pussy break before him. Occasionally he would land a hard slap on her ass to punctuate the strokes. The well-formed beauty of her rock-hard butt was a pleasant surprise to him, and he spanked it red. Every stroke seemed to produce a different sound from the young singer. Sometimes she yelped pathetically like a whipped puppy, other times she used her powerful lungs to the fullest and shrieked in mindless agony. He played her young nubile body like an exquisite instrument, inducing all manner of music by way of sob, screams and pleas. Running his hands along her sweaty chest, tight as any drumskin, he brought them up slowly to cup her tits. They were hand-sized, round and firm, but soft and yielding enough as he squeezed them in time with his thrusts. He fingered her pale puffy nipples with a sure, forceful touch and they became rock-hard and pointy. With languid movements he began to massage her little ivory orbs, working them with the teasing touch of a lover. All the while he was crushing her box with his iron rod of a cock. He rode her like this for nearly ten minutes, before finally feeling a spectacular orgasm begin to shudder through his body. The soft suction of Taylor's tiny cunt, her cries of pain, and the feel of her perfect body in his hands all combined in a singular burst of pure pleasure. Seizing her hips again he began thrust harder and faster than before, almost knocking her off the balance of her toes several times over. The force pulled her down harder on the strappado and put all her weight on her straining shoulders. Finally Martin could take it no more, and with a guttural groan he came long and deep inside Taylor's ravaged pussy. He pushed in to the hilt, making sure she could feel every last drop being fired into her. It felt like every muscle in his legs turned to jelly as he reeled with ecstasy and he clung onto her even tighter. With a few furious, pounding thrusts he finally finished having nearly drained his balls into her. He drew out slowly, easing backwards with a gentle sigh. Taylor slumped down as he released her sides. Despite the raging orgasm just moments before, he was still rock hard at the sight of the lithe blond girl suspended before him, raped and weeping. Clicking the lever over a few clicks on the winch, he lifted her just a few inches in the hair - but with all her bodyweight coming to rest on her exhausted shoulders. As she hung there he left the cell - opening and closing the door loudly enough to know he was gone. Martin headed downstairs, then around the back to the crumbing but still active well hidden beneath some rubble. He drew up a bucket from the bottom, full of cold and relatively fresh - if gritty - water, and poured it over himself with a satisfying roar. The slap of the cold water seemed to bring him to a new level of clarity. He refilled the bucket and headed back upstairs, making a loud footfall on the stairs to let her know he was coming. Opening the cell door he found her still hanging there, in obvious agony. With a flick he released the winch, and she dropped hard to her knees on the concrete floor. With a quick tug he finally pulled the mask off Taylor's head. Despite the tears and torment, she looked prettier than ever. Her sharp blue eyes were pinched tight, nearly blinded by the searing light that glared from the cell's steel walls. Martin took the bucket and threw it over Taylor, drenching her sweat-soaked form in a sudden wave of cold water. He held her held firmly as she coughed and gasped, feeling her wet blonde bangs rung through his fingers. When her little pink mouth opened again to fight for breath, he slid his clock right down her throat in a single smooth stroke. It went in to the hilt, and Martin began to slowly but firmly facefuck her as she knelt there on the ground. She made wet, slurping, gagging noises as he forced his dick deep into her cool, moist mouth. The inexpert way she bobbed her head on her cock showed she had little experience in the art. So Martin violently guided her head with his hands, yanking her hair and forcing her face hard into his wiry pubic hair. Soon he established a steady rhythm, and put his cock so deep down her throat it bulged noticeably. He looked down and made eye contact, watching the blazing blue gems in her tear-soaked face as they filled with pain and despair.