Chapter 7

He stood and leisurely stripped off his clothes one piece at a time as he made his way back between her spread legs. Once he was completely naked and his hard cock pointing at her ass like a divining rod, he knelt back down and placed a palm on each perfect globe. He marveled at the supple firmness of her soft cheeks as he squeezed and fondled her tush at an unhurried pace. She was utterly exquisite and right at this moment completely at his mercy to do what he will. His breathing deepened as his id unleashed the rampant lust that had been raging inside his loins. His heart hammered into his chest when his mind conjured up visions of unspeakable debauchery. He tightened his grip and roughly spread her open to reveal every hidden inch of her delicate rosebud.

During the review of the footage he had noted they hadn’t fucked her ass. Earlier that little fact came to the forefront of his mind and became a keen point of interest. The territorial animal inside of him wasn’t interested in rutting where others had already gone before. He wanted to conquer untouched and potentially virgin territory. He leaned forward and gave her pucker a quick swirl of his tongue around the outer rim before he dipped down with his fingers into the other jar and returned with a generous amount of coconut oil. His agile fingers slathered the slick substance on and around her anus at first, and then he stiffened his index finger and slowly pierced her backdoor.

Echo did not respond well to what he said. After all he’d put her through, he was still going to rape her? Despite her exhaustion, despite feeling so utterly depleted by the pain, the unfairness of it all suddenly ran through her heart like a blade. She experienced a moment of sobriety that was nearly impossible to attain in her state.

In that sobriety, she felt as much anger as she did dejection. “No.” She clearly rejected the notion of being taken for a ‘joy ride’, but before she could fret over the further harm he might do to her vagina in the process, she was made aware of his other intentions. And they were not comforting.

He’d made himself just as naked as her, and it didn’t take long for her to understand where he meant to violate her. Her breathing picked up again when he disappeared mostly out of sight, and she jerked with fright when his hands palmed her buttocks. She struggled feebly, jerking herself hard once again when she felt him spreading her cheeks apart. Then came the mortifying presence of his breath against the exposed flesh there, and worse than that, his tongue, which brought her to stiffen so very sharply. Every single motion brought pain with it, given that the slashes across her back were beginning to stick and clot against the dressing. Even tensing her thighs shot lances of pain between her legs.

“Please don’t, pleeh-Haah!” she practically squeaked in shock from the invasiveness of his finger pressing into her. It didn’t occur to her that remaining tense wasn’t going to do her any favors. It was uncomfortable to make her toes curl.

Jason’s finger made slow progress inside of her as her sphincter clenched down hard on the intruding digit. The combination of moderate force and sufficient lube won out, but Echo was not succumbing without a struggle. Once he had buried himself to the knuckle, he took a moment revel in the way her ring of muscle tried to choke off his blood flow as it clenched and released in defiance. Through the palm on her pert ass cheek he could feel the tension radiating off her entire body, but especially off her quivering glutes.

“Ever been fucked in the ass little one?” He asked without really expecting an answer.

He chuckled at her pleas and squeals of indignation as he explored her tightest hole. His finger began to stroke in and out of her at a leisurely pace. Every few moments he would rotate his finger inside of her and let the pad of his finger caress a different section of her dark tunnel. Just to keep her guessing, once in a while he would pull nearly all of the way out just to abruptly ram back inside. He thoroughly enjoyed the sounds she made and her body’s reactions when he did so. The way her toes curled was adorably sexy.

He licked his lips and pulled his index finger all the way out of her spasming portal. The moment his oiled digit was completely clear, her pucker slammed shut and attempted to seal the opening closed to prevent his return.

“That’s it baby, fight it. Close those gates and keep me out if you can.” He taunted her.

Echo was pretty sure they both knew the answer to that, and she wasn’t about to humor him with an answer. Not a verbal one, at least, but the stubborn tension in that smooth band of muscle was telling enough.

Before tonight, the most she’d ever done with a man, and one could hardly call Vance a ‘man’ given he’d graduated the same year as her from the same High School, not even one year ago, was kiss. Okay, they made out a little, but she didn’t like to think about that, because the only reason she’d gone on a date with him at all had been because her brother had told her not to. However, since Wit Weiss thought that every guy who caught her eye was scum, or perhaps simply not good enough to date his little sister, Echo had decided to try ignoring his opinion for once. In hindsight, it hadn’t really been worth it. Vance had turned out to be just a deadbeat from a rich family.

Nobody had ever touched her like this before, or been indulged with the sight of every part of her body like Jason had. All parts she’d never hoped for a man like him to see. A man who terrified her.

“Mmmnn!” she made a series of plaintive noises when he pierced her aggressively, causing sensations that went beyond discomfort. “It hurts!” she mewled - the statement was hardly a revelation. The handcuffs around her ankles rattled against the bench supports as she tried to adjust her legs, desperate to escape the straddled position. She even tried to bring her knees up, but couldn’t move them up more than a few inches. Tears burned her eyes as her back screamed at her to stop moving, but it was fatigue from blood-loss that stilled her efforts. Her head throbbed, alternating between feeling light as a feather and heavy as lead. She tensed herself up when he pulled his finger out, moaning not with pleasure, but with relief.

Jason dipped his finger back into the coconut oil and returned to her anus with a fresh layer of lubrication. He simply rested the pad of his finger on her crinkled star and waited. He could feel her clench down anew at the anticipated violation of her person. His other hand wasn’t idle while the agonizing stillness tore at her mind. His eyes locked onto her mirrored reflection and savored every detail he saw staring back: her wide eyes, her flaring nostrils, her clenched jaw, and the thin line of her compressed lips.

Without looking away, he brought his twin index finger in range to touch, rub and orbit her outer rim. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly into small but cruel smile. His next action was guaranteed to draw a reaction and he intently peered at her face not wanting to miss a single second. He brought his fingertips together and formed a small fleshy chevron and proceeded to plough through her defenses like an icebreaker relentlessly shattering ice in the Arctic Circle.

This time he wasn’t back to explore, his intent was to blaze a trail for his rigid cock that had been drooling in anticipation of taking her tight little ass and to continue his sexually charged mental torture. At first, her resistance drastically slowed his progress once his fingertips had been enveloped, but with a bit of a lean he managed to punch his way through and sink both fingers into her hot convulsing depths. The range of thoughts and emotions that flickered across her face was a thing of beauty and turned him on to no end.

Echo thought about asking for something, just one small thing, but was afraid of the response she’d get. The words lingered in her mind, leaping to her tongue when she saw his face in the mirror. “Please no, please be gentle, can you please be gentle!?” The pitch of her voice climbed as a larger intrusion urged for passage.

Despite such limited range of motion, her back arched, shoulders lifting off the bench for a several seconds. “Uhhnn!” she grunted, wincing deeply. It felt so wrong. Her hips locked up, afraid that any movement too sharp would only add to the great discomfort she felt. It was all beginning to compound. The horrific assault with the big knife, then the little one. She didn’t want to feel anymore. She didn’t want to have to see his face, the unhinged, cruel grin on his mouth. She just wanted to disappear from her experiences altogether. “PLEASE! I don’t want to hurt anymore!” Her voice was soft and filled with anguish.

Jason stretched apart his fingers a bit to let the overhead light touch her inner walls for possibly the first time. He spit into her core as a symbolic gesture of ownership. That was in fact how he felt towards her in this moment. She was a bound slave, a slave to his whims whether they be pleasure or pain.

“Your pain stops when I want it to end.” He stated simply. As a minor concession he added, “Don’t worry, your night is almost over.” Of course the way her evening had gone, she could have interpreted his last statement as a portent of her imminent death.

Satisfied that she had been ‘opened up’ enough for his purposes, he pulled out his fingers and watched her body return to its normal state. Except for the sheen of oil, her rosebud looked the same as before he started. One final time he brought his hands down into the coconut oil jar and proceeded to saturate his stiff cock with a thick layer of organic lubrication. His eyes flicked between her face and her vulnerably parted cheeks while he stroked his length with his left hand. His anticipation of her physical and audible reactions equaled his desire to feel that virgin ring of exquisite muscle descend down his turgid length. With a feral grin he leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of her dark hair. Firmly, he snapped her head up into position so he could clearly see her face in the mirror. His left hand brought the head of his member in direct contact with her glistening pucker and once again just held that position. He chuckled when he felt her defensively clench down tightly the moment they were in skin to skin. This first contact between his cock and her flesh sent a frisson of pleasure through him as her trembling body promised heights of ecstasy his animal mind lusted and craved for. He held that position to both savor the sight and feel of this erotic tableau and to mentally torture Echo with the knowledge of what she was about to endure.

Echo visibly shuddered when Jason spat, when in fact she felt like turning inside out in her own flesh. To her, it was vile. She could feel his saliva where it landed, cooling, wetting her more, because her body certainly wasn’t going to help with that part on its own. Not there. Fleshy, moist sounds hit her ears, and when she turned her face to try to see what was happening, she saw that he was coating himself in the oil he’d been using on her, stroking, prepping. Due to lack of experience, she didn’t know what was considered ‘big’, but she was certain that that part of him was much too big for the intended task.

She hoped in vain that she would be too tight for him to fit, that it would hurt him to try. This is when he pulled her hair, and she concerned herself with the illogical fear that he’d read her mind. “Aahuh!” She shrieked both in surprise and because it hurt, and because she could feel the blunt, warm press of hard flesh between her cheeks. Her legs twitched, her cheeks clenched. For several long seconds, she struggled to sanely endure how uncomfortable the position was, fingers grasping at the bench supports to try to pull her shoulders back down and wrench her hair from his clutch, but she felt foolish for trying.

His most recent words returned to her, as though she hadn’t really understood them the first time around. This was the last of it, wasn’t it? If she could just endure this, she wouldn’t have to endure any more. Maybe he’d kill her, though part of her resented the solace she found in the idea. She’d haunt him. If he killed her tonight, she’d make sure he never slept soundly through the night again.

“No.” She cried, a forlorn, short syllable, but the next one was angrier. “NO!”

Jason took her first pitiful cry as denial, but the second as defiance with a bit of heat to it. Her earlier struggles were a good sign, and now he smiled as the anger in her voice was just what he wanted. He wanted to evoke an emotion, a reaction, not just complete submission. At least not yet.

“Yes. Oh fuck yes!” He groaned as he began to push. Initially he managed to penetrate her with just the tip. While he was little above average in length, he was definitely above average in girth. He kept his lustful gaze locked onto her face, burning her look of shock and pain at this latest violation into his memory. Her outer sphincter gave way quickly, but her inner sphincter is where the siege truly began. Back and forth he rocked his hips like a flesh and blood battering ram taunting her weakened castle gates. Those gates had already been breached once during exploration, but this time they will be thrown completely open to unwillingly grant entry into her sanctum. This time he will take everything from her and relish every moment.

Echo filled with hatred. She’d never hated anyone before. Hatred hadn’t been a part of her life like it was now, and even as she felt it tightening like a snare around her heart, there was a part of her that wanted to cut herself loose from it. How could she afford to hate right now, when there was already so much darkness to suffer? Couldn’t the pain and the anger be enough? But she did hate him, and this made her feel hopeless.

With her pale pink bank of muscle stretched so tightly around him, she felt like he was tearing her apart. It felt sharp and deep and inescapable. She didn’t remember how to clench anymore, or how to try to keep him out. The pain was too distracting, and the confusion brought about by her body’s unwillingness to respond in her favor only allowed him in further. “Stttoooop!” she mewled, her voice cracking.