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

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth like a relentless, undying, and utterly ruthless in his manner, Herodontus was like the mighty ocean lashing against the shores. No matter how much the sand or the stone try to push it back towards its barriers, the ocean returns with a vengeance. He kept returning and thumping into her like a hammer, with his hammer. The screams and shrieks of pain which escaped her lips were like the wails of a creature in pain and begging for the mercy of death which it was repeatedly refused. Oh, how he cherished making her scream like that and moan. There was a mad desire that overcame his mind. His eyes were bulging, like a man possessed with a demonic entity, his veins pulsating. It was then that Herodontus realised that it was not his veins which were pulsating, it was his phallus. It was throbbing vehemently like a violent and vicious serpent oscillating before the final sting. His final sting was close and he knew it. It was not like being close made the beast any slower. In fact, it only made him more vicious. The ferociousness grew and the commander let go of the young maidens arms. The repeated pounding of her arse and the blood that he drew from within her hand painted the bloody picture of the crimson hue down his thighs. The commander manoeuvred his arms to wrap them around Sophies thigh and with one large heave, he lurched. He had stopped moving, but he was moving Sophie with such merciless tugs that her body kept slamming into his, his shaft going deeper and deeper down her bowels with each tug. Fuck! Slam! Fuck! Slam! Fuck! SLAM! He was moaning as each time as he thrust his massive form into her. The screams were like music to his ears the likes of which were unmatched by Beethovens symphonies or Mozarts serenade. Only a grotesque min such as that of General Herodontus could experience more pleasure in the shrieks of a woman than in the actual intercourse. Presently he moaned, Fuck! FUCK! I am going to.... He did not say any further and knew Sophie had probably assumed what was to come next. Yet, what she did not know was what was the extent of the debauchery which he was going to take her. PLOP! was the sound as his shaft disconnected from her bowels and he grinned. From one night you went from the defiant bitch to a weeping whore. He exclaimed and turned her around as he pushed her like a ragdoll onto the bed, pressing his massive palms on her shoulders until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. SLAP! was the sound as the general moved his hips and slapped her face with the massive pole of flesh, marking her cheek. Yet another slap on the other cheek. But after that he sneered maliciously. Now, you will taste the seed of a real man, you bitch. He exclaimed and then gaunt fingers clutched her chin and yanked. The chin dropped down as her mouth was pulled open. Take this! Screamed the general as he positioned the phallic tip close to her gaping mouth. Oh fuck! He moaned and like a bullet escaping a gun a t rapid pace, hot male seed shot out of him and marked her face as well as entered her mouth. On and one he continued to ejaculate for more than a minute until her mouth was full and her face and hair smeared within a greasy white curtain as he grinned and moved back, panting and perspiring. With a light push, Sophie was sprawled on her back on the bed, marked, bloodied and tainted by the Lord as the conquistador of this young virgin stood towering triumphantly over her.