Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

Tails. She loose. Without knowing it, she had answered the question Adam had been asking himself. No, she did not realize what she had asked for, but she was going to get it anyway. Out there, in his backyard, she had seemed so convinced for a while. There were something in the tone of her voice when she declared herself to be of the third type, something about the look in her eyes when she had accepted to be his slave, that had fooled him to believe that she was the real thing. But this, it just proved that she was a unsuspecting blonde princess who could not even imagine a world without her kingdom. He cursed himself for being so foolish - he really thought he was better at judging peoples character than this. Well, in the end it really didn't matter, he would just get to have his fun with her a lot quicker this way. Adam planned on playing this cool. Scare her a little bit, inflict some pain, but stay cold and detached so she don't think she can play any games with him. However, when she pealed the condom off and threw it at his feet, he lost it. Fuck planning, fuck cold and detached. He was going on instinct now, but judging from his past his instincts had not been a good leader, especially not when he was angry. And right now he was angry, furious. He could not remember when he had been this angry last time, maybe it wasn't since back in primary school when he had beaten up a class mate who had called him stupid. Adam was not a violent man by nature, but that time he had burst, and afterwards he could hardly remember what he had done. He hoped this was not going to be a repetition of that, but for some reason he could not help but to let his emotions take over the control. Maybe it was because she had managed to convince him that she was something she in fact was not, that she had impressed him but turned out to be fake. He was angry at himself for letting himself be mislead by this bitch, but she was the one who would have to pay the price for it. If it's this crap he has to put up with, it wouldn't surprise me if he did. he said as he put down the phone on the floor, leaning it against the wall so it would still capture everything that happened. He might need it for future reference. Then he grabbed a fist full of her hair, and used it to push her head down to the floor, so she ended up with her ass sticking up in the air. Under normal circumstances, he would have done this carefully, ensuring that he did not bang her head hard to the floor, but now he's movements were fast, forceful and uncontrolled. He did not even bother to check if she was OK or if he had hurt her, instead he put a foot on her face to keep her in place. Her otherwise so pretty face was now squeezed between his bare, dirty sole and the floor, on the exact spot where most of the cum from the condom had dripped down. He gave her ass, that was so aptly on display, a hard slap and then snatched the cucumber from her hands. Without a word, the only sound he made was his increasingly heavy breathing, he proceeded to place the tip of the thick green rod between her ass cheeks. Don't you wish you had that cum as lube now, whore? he asked, just as he pushed down, forcing the vegetable into her petite body. He had to press down harder on her face with his feet to prevent her hole body from moving because of the pressure, and even though he used all of his strength he still only got the tip in. Is this really what you wanted Henry to see you like? he asked, forcing another inch of the cucumber into her torn open ass. Had he been in a calmer state, he would have reflected on the fact that the force he had to use to get it into her tight hole probably would be reflected in the level of pain she experienced, and that maybe he ought to check on how she was doing, but right now he didn't give a fuck. He was lost in his own world of rage, and the connection to the real world just kept getting weaker. His field of vision narrowed down until all he could see was the cucumber sticking out of her ass like an over sized dildo, and all he could hear was his own voice. Why the fuck do you lie to me, fuckface? Another thrust, another inch. Why do you say you want to learn how to submit when you just want to bitch? Another inch. What's fucking wrong with you, slut? Another inch. In his mind he thought of his voice as calm, but he suspected that maybe he was in fact screaming at the top of his lungs, because he could hardly get the words out and his sentences was cut off by his wheezing breaths. Is this what you fucking want? Another inch. Do you want me to hurt you? Another inch. It was getting harder and harder to push it down her asshole, but as he egged on himself deeper and deeper into his frenzy he grew stronger and stronger. Do you want to suffer? Another inch. Because I swear to God I will make you suffer! Maybe he should have decided when to stop in advance, but he had not done that, so now he just kept on going.