Chapter 9

Miloz retracted his foreskin and placed the throbbing head of his penis against her entrance. Annie prayed for some reprieve, but none came. Instead, with a grunt and a heave, he began forcing his way inside her.

That initial conquest unfolded with dreadful slowness, and it was a strain to endure. Miloz didn’t thrust in-and-out—just wedged her open with a deliberate, single-minded, inexorable pressure. Taking the man’s finger had been one thing, but the size of his member made this seem more like having a lead pipe jammed up between her legs. It wasn’t that it was painful, really; yet the experience had a raw, uncomfortable, unnatural quality that Annie found distressing, and demeaning.

When he knelt on the bed, the man’s knees were set apart. Now, staring in helpless dismay, Annie’s eyes lit on the image of her own ass in one of the mirrors, peering out between the angle of his thighs. With dumbstruck horror, she watched as his long, meaty shaft burrowed its way into her, bit by bit, while her vaginal ring strained heroically to encompass it. She’d never witnessed a more indecent sight in all her life, and wanted to look away, but couldn’t. Even years afterwards, the image of it would pop into her head every now and then, when she closed her eyes...

The emotional tension of the scene was palpable. Miloz flung himself into the assault, snarling like an animal, goading himself deeper. She was panting, her flesh yielding grudgingly, her pelvic muscles protesting at being pulled in ways they never had been before.

As this test-of-wills between cock and cunt mounted toward a crescendo, Annie retreated inside herself, closing her eyes, furrowing her brow, feeling tears of loss and submission prick behind her lids. Her mental faculties were swamped. To be ravished by such a villain? To have her marriage vows shattered? To be besieged by such unaccustomed stimuli? It was more than she could process. And above all of it loomed the overwhelming sensation of being physically possessed—of having her most private spaces filled, and conquered, and reshaped by her rapist.

But even amidst the buzzing in her brain, Annie could feel something else happening too, something strange and exhilarating. Deep in her crotch, fed by the sensual rub of skin on skin, a tantalizing pool of arousal and excitement had begun to collect—a bubbling cistern of brainless, feverish, volatile energy. It had the quality of a spring being coiled, ever so tightly, just waiting for something to set it off; and the tingling expectancy of it made her legs tremble, and her buttocks clench in anticipation.

At last, with a final effort, Miloz hammered home—grinding his groin hard up against her pussy, heavy-laden testicles bumping on her asshole and torso pressing warm against the backs of her thighs.

When the man forced her to take every inch of his massive endowment, Annie’s physical subjugation was complete. Any foolish hope she’d had of holding something back from him was gone. Later though, when she remembered it, this aspect of it didn’t bother her as much as she might have expected. After all, what alternative had there been except to yield her body to him? It had been a rational response to an untenable situation. At least now she knew she could fit him without bottoming out.

So, yes—given the circumstances, she could have made a kind of peace with being fucked, if that’s all it was. But it would be an entirely different matter if she enjoyed being fucked, wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t that make a mockery of any claims she had to righteousness or moral superiority?

And that’s really the way she remembered this instant when Miloz penetrated her completely—not as the moment when he’d trespassed her innermost recesses, but as the moment when he robbed her of her dignity and self-respect. Because the thing that happened when he filled her, was that Annie felt her mind begin to dissolve in a white-hot torrent of orgasm.

“No,” she whispered, trying to fight it. It was horrible to think of losing herself under the sway of this thug. But the surge of passion flooding through her was simply far too powerful to resist.

In the weeks and months that followed, Annie sometimes replayed this failure—trying to identify the flaws in her subconscious, or in the very fiber of her being, that had made her vulnerable to his assault.

Was it physical chemistry? She hated to admit it, but ... God, Miloz was very appealing, anatomically speaking. From their first encounter, she’d been drawn to his powder-blue eyes, sandy hair, dazzling smile, approachable manner. And then today, for all the ugliness she’d discovered in his soul, she’d also gained a new appreciation of his body, with its sculpted musculature and brimming vitality. Even his outsized cock (mmh, especially his cock...?) stirred up appetites she could hardly recognize in herself. So perhaps it was as simple as that—Annie’s loins had a craving for Miloz violent enough to override her sense of common decency.

Or, could it have been her reproductive drive? She’d been longing for a baby for so many years now—and the strength of the creative impulse within her made that longing seem very much like a need. So, maybe it was the opportunity of mating with a new partner, one so clearly blessed with superior genes and virility, that finally drove her over the edge.

And regardless of the other factors at play, Annie was also just very highly stimulated. Her genitals had got a jump-start when she fingered herself. Then, as the man’s shaft pried her apart, it roused her up further—past excited, beyond over-sensitized, and right up to the point of ‘ready to blow.’ By the time Miloz crushed his pubic hair against her tender, ruddy pleats and probed her very farthest depths with his cock, it was simply the final straw. The detonator could hardly help but go off.

But whatever the causes, it happened. All at once, that wellspring of lust, pent-up deep in her abdomen, was released—submerging her beneath a tidal-wave of rapture that she was powerless to deflect. As she felt the dam begin to break, she sucked an involuntary gasp of air; and her spine arched, pressing her head back into the mattress. Blissful contractions began radiating from her overstretched canal, reverberating throughout her frame. It almost felt as if her heart would lift out of her body; and her feeble protests were transformed into soft, high-pitched moans of joy: “No ... noo-ah ... ah ... ah ... oh, oh, oh GOD yesssssss...”

As soon as those first frothy shock-waves of euphoria washed over Annie’s cortex, every vestige of intelligent thought was swept away. The indignity being visited on her, her loss of control, her infidelity—none of it mattered anymore. All that was left, deep in her brain stem, was a primordial female yearning to sublimate herself to the male who was breeding her. Wordlessly, she gloried in the delicious bonfire flaming up between her thighs, and the poignant catch in her chest. Reflexively, her calves clung on to the man’s shoulders more tightly, as if to hold him close forever.

Miloz must have known she’d surrendered to him—the signs were impossible to miss. And for a while, he was content to remain buried to the hilt, working his pelvis firmly back and forth according to some silent, smoldering drumbeat in his head.