What the hell am I saying?

"What was that, baby?" he breathed. Feigning eroticism to mock her.

Vaas grabbed her by the hair and tilted her head away from his lap and toward his face. He leaned to her until his lips barely touched hers and hissed.

"Do you want more?" She could taste rum in his words. His eyes were like sunlight peeking through Poison Ivy. His tounge appeard from between those parted lips as a tease but against better judgment she acted. Without thinking it through she forced her mouth against his. His kiss was more violent than passionate. His left hand clawed at the flesh of her back while his right became more and more entangled in her hair. Teeth knawed at her lips and his tounge teased her mouth. He bit and bruised her enough to make her eyes water. A trickle of blood fell from her lip but she didn't pull away from him.

He lifted her up to straddle him properly as she hungrily groped at the bulge pressing between her thighs. Finally able to release him, she played with the smooth tip of his cock with her thumb as she pulled it out of his pants. Her thumb slid across the precum oozing out and she immediately slid from his lap to the floor. Painfully. Her bare welted ass stung like hell when she moved. Vaas noticed this and wanted to take advantage but before he could she had his manhood literally in the palm of her hand. She stared with admiration at the thickness of it. Stroking 6 inches of it with her warm hands she lapped the tip into her mouth. Her tounge moved over the top to taste his cum and she felt him breath in deep which she mistakingly took as a sign of satisfaction.

"Fucking Americans..." he mumbled

She was about to stop and ask him what was wrong but he was more than willing to show her. he snagged her hair in his fingers and shoved her head down. All 7 inches were forced down her throat. It burned. Barely able to breath through her own spit, she dug her nails into his thighs as a plea. For a couple seconds he held her down as far as she could go and thrust his hips upward. The sound of her gagging made him stiffen. He started slowly fucking her mouth but quickly increased his pace. Her teeth were unavoidably scraping along his cock but he didn't seem to mind. With two handfuls of her hair tangling between his fingers he stood up and pumped relentlessly into her mouth, his thick cock blocking her from breathing. While she gagged repeatedly her throat contorted making the experience all the more pleasurable for him. Tears were streaming down her face. She could tell he was struggling not to cum by the way he bit his lip. All she could do is try to force it from him. As he violently fucked her throat she slid her tongue up and down his shaft, flicking it right underneath the rim of his head. His fingers tightened their grip on her hair.

"Fuck..." he moaned while she swirled his cock with her tongue.

Please! Fuck! Please stop!

There was nothing she could do. Even if she went limp he'd probably just get on top of her. A mixture of saliva and cum dipped out of her mouth and covered her neck and breasts. The front of her low-cut dress and bra were almost covered with the slick mixture. She kept playing with him in her mouth which only resulted in him giving her a punishing thrust deeper in. He clearly didn't want it to end yet.

Stop... Please.

Soon he slowed down and eventually pulled out. Just as she had hoped, he stopped but only to start something much worse. As he slowly withdrew from her mouth a thin line of cum and spit dangled from his cock and her lips. His incredibly hard erection bounced with its own weight, dripping onto her dress. With amazing ease he pulled her up by one shoulder and spun her around to face the ground. She dropped her hands fast to avoid colliding face first with the splintering wood. After lifting her dress again he pressed the warm tip into her tight ass with malicious force and moments later the head of his cock was inside her. She couldnt help but scream.

"Vvvaas please!"

"What the fuck did you say?" Before she could apologize he dug his ungoomed finger nails into her sides and slowly shoved in the next couple inches knowing this would be far more agonizing than giving it to her hard and fast. Streaks of blood seeped out of the fresh cuts in her sides. Hardly being able to stand the shock or pain she dropped to her elbows and pressed her face on the ground for support. The mere thickness of it was going to destroy her.

Vaas stop!

She knew better than to say that this time. What she had endured so far was not as bad as what was soon to come. The next couple inches would be the thickest part of him. From here his cock sloped slightly outwards which would no doubt streach her beyond her limit. Vaas moved with such calculated percision that she knew he wasnt doing this for physical needs. He was taking his time. Her pain was an aphrodisiac to him. With his pants around his knees he was rocking gently back and forth into her while a steady stream of pre cum dripped into her.

"Say 'Thank you, Master'" He whispered from above her. She said nothing. His sweat dripped down on her back as he leaned down to taste her. His tounge trailed her skin from her shoulder blade to the nape of her neck. "Claire!" He demanded in her ear. She could hear the anger seeping from his words. She couldn't respond. The pain was too much. "I didn't want to get rough with you. I usually take good care of my toys..."

His lips touched lightly on her neck and then all at once he became an animal. Right as his teeth cinched her skin he pulled out and rammed himself back into her hard enough to make her howl like a wounded dog. The thickst part of his cock still hadn't pushed past her barrier. He just kept pounding the first 4 inches of himself inside of her over and over again. With every thrust forward his teeth sank deeper and deeper into her already pierced neck. Her blood was on his tounge. Every single movement made her moan but not with ecstacy. He didn't seem to see a difference. The tight ring of her ass gripped his cock firmly and refused to give.

"Mmmaster plea..." She gasped, hoping it would help her situation. She felt him throb inside her in response. With every thrust he began to press a little deeper. This was the thickest part and he was ready to slowly and painfully give it all to her but the creak of the door made him pause for a moment.

Another man stood in the door way.

"What the FUCK do you want?" He said, his voice cracking a bit. He slowed his pace but didnt stop rocking into Claire which was both excruciating and embarrassing for her. Each thrust came with a small squeal but the man in the doorway paid no attention to her.

"Six sky diver on the east beach!" The man said in an accent thicker than Vaas'.