Sorte's P.O.V.

The gargantuan man wasted no time in stripping me of the remains of my garments and then pressing me face down into the mattress. I struggled uselessly, my good leg kicking out at his shins as I continued to scream my lungs raw. Holding me down with one large palm to my back, his free hand reached for a grimy pillow, pushing it under squirming hips. I turned my neck to the side as far as possible to try and see what was going on, to find a way out of the terrifying situation. That same free hand began to massage my thighs, cooling trails of water dripping down onto my back from where he loomed over me. And upon my throat going raw from screaming, I could only rasp quietly, quivering in fear.

His hands were anything but gentle, each and every squeeze painful and unyielding until he suddenly would release my tender flesh in favor of another spot. Those hands moving upward toward my rear, grabbing and squeezing with even more vigor-I could feel the bare head of his endowment resting against the back of my knee, smearing precum with every movement. I shuddered at the knowledge that he was yet again aroused, fearing for my safety and my life. How was I to make it through another one of his assaults?

There was that wet, slithering sensation again, this time accompanied by those strange lips and sharp teeth. His rough kisses traveled along each cheek, leaving amethyst welts across them until he reached the slope at my lower back, lapping up the water that had pooled there. And though this was all horribly uncomfortable, every painful ministration that was followed by a swipe of his cool tongue did not fail to rouse that very feminine part of my anatomy. I clenched my thighs together as tightly as I could when he started another path down toward the crevice of each tawny globe. Pyramid Head seemed to have a different plan, however, forcing the length of his tongue between them anyways.

"N-no!" I gasped, wriggling my hips to my bast advantage, the pointed length of his helmet pinning my upper body further. By this point he'd removed his hand from the center of my back, holding my hips steady as he snaked his tongue along my puckered hole, probing and prodding until I was slick with his thick saliva. He spread me apart further with his palms, digging his tongue into my time and again, breathing heavily against my sensitive sex. The new sensations had me crying out, my entire body stricken with tremors and my pussy aching with need of attention. But the monster seemed to be purposely ignoring it in pursuit of this foreign hole, awakening sensations within me that I had never before felt.

My back would arch up on its own accord, my inner walls clenching each time the thickness of his appendage would penetrate a centimeter deeper into my slowly relaxing ring of muscles. Before I knew it, he was tongue fucking me two inches inward with ease, pulling out momentarily before slithering inward again with his entire face between my cheeks. My teeth were buried in the heel of my hand, disheartened whimpers escaping upon every move on his skilled tongue. When he'd eventually pulled away from me, I cried out again, this time with the shock of pain as he dug one of his large fingers into my opened ass, twisting it and wriggling it about. I was beside myself with the conflicting sensations of being opened further and the deep stinging ache of being stretched. Pyramid Head's tongue snaked between my drenched thighs then, rubbing back and forth against my engorged clit; those sensations themselves caused passions like that of lighting throughout my limbs, becoming heady around the dimples above my ass.

This kind of kink, sure I'd heard of it before and had even seen it on occasion on the internet. But experiencing it, actually being the one to go through it-

"Oh go-ah!" A second finger attempting to enter me began to twist around the tight ring of my ass, his saliva making it so that the width of two fingertips was semi possible. A deep groan erupted from my stomach as he began to push inward, pulling out every once in a while to push in again. My eyes half lidded and hazy, my mouth agape from panting with drool running from the corner of my lips, my nails digging crescent shapes into the sheets. His tongue kept up a slow and steady pace, his fingers finally wedging themselves firmly into my ass after one last forceful push. through the haze of arousal, I subconsciously wondered where this would lead. It was obvious to me what would come, for his cock streaming his arousal over the back of my knee, but I mostly was curious as why he bothered to be gentle. Clearly he did not care for my safety or well being; He'd already proven that by demolishing my still swollen ankle. Perhaps he just wanted me to last longer than a few hours. And why hasn't he already taken my virginity? Not that I'm asking for it.

In the midst of my thoughts, I hadn't noticed that the weight on the back of my leg and his tongue had disappeared until I felt it heavy and sweltering at my entrance. This was when I began to panic again, thrashing my body in vain as he aligned himself. "No please! Don't-stop!" I cried, his enormous hands spreading my things and pushing them forward until the rested under my breasts. I was begging and crying and trying to get away, his thighs resting against my ass, his erect cock lined with the arch of my back. Too big. Much too Big. I began to sob again, trying to assure myself that the damage would not be irreparable if I relaxed. It won't fit. He held himself at my entrance, circling my sphincter with the glistening head of it. He'll rip me apart. I was in hysterics then, my stomach heaving as he began to push himself in.

With short thrusts, he began to work himself inward, inch by inch, the head taking the longest to make it past my entrance until finally popping inside with a choked sob from me. With every forward motion felt like an endless molten lead rod being snaked through my bowels, leaving a heavier and heavier feeling in my stomach as inch by inch he buried himself within me. I was exhausted by the time I felt his sack smack against my pussy, bringing me back to my senses as his groin pushed me down into the mattress. His secure grip on my ass kept me from squirming, and possibly from causing myself injury.

The first few thrusts were slow and deep, stretching me beyond my limits and making me wish that he'd prepared me with a third or even a fourth finger. It was excruciating and humiliating and overly stimulating all at the same time. I could feel him all the way inside my pussy and he wasn't even in it, the thin membrane between my two entrances doing nothing to deter the stimulation. I panted heavily, bunching the sheet between my fists as he picked up the pace. The bed began to rock with the motion, creaking surprisingly loudly in the otherwise silence of the room, save for my breathing and his almost inaudible grunts. I wasn't prepared in any way for when the large man pulled out completely and slammed back inside, his hips taking on a constant and brutal rhythm that had me gasping for air, my stomach clenching into a barrier for his unstoppable cock.

Orgasm wasn't something I considered would be a fruit of his labors. But that soon became a factor when the telltale pulsing of my vaginal walls as not just a reaction meant to keep him from being able to re-enter my rectum. However, with his balls steadily clapping against my swollen clit, my muscular hips making my ass bounce with every rough entry, his lengthy member forcing thousands of sensations throughout my body with every expert motion, I knew that I was not going to last long. Shame and sickeningly taboo pleasure make for an interesting thing to think about when being taken from behind by a more-or-less humanoid monster. But they did nothing to distract me from the way more and more wetness gushed from my pussy with his entries into my ass, my thighs slick with my own bliss at being so completely full.

I was writhing in the thrill of it, shivering with my self disgust. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Pyramid Head grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my back, not at all withdrawing himself during the process. The second I was in position he slammed back inside, jarring my entire body with the force of it. I could feel myself ripping a bit at the sudden new roughness, a small trail of blood only further lubricating his cock. I tried to cover my breasts with shaking hands, having them promptly knocked away and rewarded with a brutal thrust that I thought I could see through the skin of my tummy. The force of it made me go silent with an inaudible cry, my head falling back as he repeated the brutal motion, nearly matching the speeds he had had with the nurse. My tears drenched face was red with shame, darkening further as he pulled my legs further apart. I let my neck go limp, my hands coming up to clutch at the sheets as he fucked me senseless, pounding my ass harder and harder and harder and harder-

I came. Hard. My head thrown back as a primal cry of release hit me, my body going through periods or rigor and then limpness with each thundering thrust. And it did not stop there. He drew out my orgasm, his pace erratic and yet deadly with its precision. I was barely conscious, my ass sore and making all sorts of wet suctioned sounds as he pounded into my body, my pussy drooling all over his cock and my own ass, his hands slipping from my thighs to get a better grip on my hips. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, growing larger and stretching me further even as he was destroying me from the inside out. Somewhere between the hours of me slipping in and out of consciousness, I felt him swell larger than before, locking him in place as he pumped enormous loads of cum into me, my lower abdomen actually engorging itself a bit before it started to seep back out of my ass.

I remember his riding out his climax, shallowly thrusting but never actually pulling out or growing smaller. An immeasurable amount of time later I found myself being spooned with my right leg held high and away from my resting one, his cock slowly tunneling in and out of me again. I remember this happening twice more before I just lost touch of reality. Sadly, my body was to remain with him, unable to escape. I dreamt of much the same things happening, even experiencing numerous, mind-numbing orgasms. Though, I had no energy to do little more than lie there and take it, my mind long since departed.

I don't remember him not being inside me.

My dreams, or rather, nightmares, did not cease for a long time.


(So I am so sorry for the wait, but I want to bring to your attention that the lapse in time and between her consciousness and unconsciousness may seem kind of confusing, but I was really just trying to convey that she was in that sort of 'out of body experience' thing. If you catch my drift. Other than that, I just hope you enjoyed this chapter.)