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  Ooof!

  The wind is completely knocked out of me. My mouth tastes of sawdust. Before I realize what is happening, Fury is upon me with a roar of delight.

  “No!” I cry out.

  I am not ready!

  But he picks me up as if I am a little rag doll, as if I scarcely weigh anything at all. The ground recedes alarmingly from my vision and there is a waterfall of sound in my ears as the blood drains out of my head into the rest of my body.

  I scream.

  The audience apparently approves of this as they cheer and clap harder.

  Fury lifts me up above his head as though I am his caveman prize. His hands grasp the small of my back and my shoulders, and he is balancing me on these alone. I am so afraid I’d fall that I cry out in dismay. The sun is in my eyes and all I can see is the clear blue sky with its scudding clouds.

  But surprisingly, I do not fall. He pumps me up and down this way with his strong, strong arms. Then he turns me around so that I am upside down. The world spins dizzyingly. My hair dangles to the ground as I scream again.

  He rotates me several times until I am completely disorientated. I am panting and gasping for breath and unable to cry out anymore.

  He rights my body again so that he is grasping me by my waist. My hair flops all over my shoulders as my vision swims. I have no choice but to clutch at his muscled chest and shoulders. Even through my fear, I can appreciate what a magnificent male specimen he is, and under different circumstances, I would like to be in control of this perfect beast, and not the other way around.

  He is clearly in control of me now. My bleary eyes take in his flaring nostrils and intense eyes, and I glimpse intelligence behind those bright blue orbs.

  Intelligence?

  Please don’t hurt me, I mutely try to convey.

  Then whatever I glimpsed is gone and replaced by lust. Pure, unadulterated lust – so raw in its form and primal that it takes me aback. My stomach spins as he lifts me up again. His monster cock stands like a prod before me, its tip sliding against my dangling legs.

  “Open your legs,” he says in a guttural, accented voice. “It will be better for you this way.”

  I am so surprised he actually spoke to me that I weakly part my thighs.

  “Be gentle,” I whimper.

  I cling for dear life to his broad shoulders as he impales me. The pain of that gargantuan cock penetrating my pussy – which seems suddenly small by comparison – is instantaneous. My flesh is cleaved by his thick girth and I scream with all the breath I have left in my lungs.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” I cry.

  He doesn’t give me a chance to recover or get used to his size. He lifts me up and down by the waist and starts to pound me immediately. His arm strength is such that he is able to manipulate me in a vertical axis with admirable dexterity. I am stretched to my maximum – until I don’t think I can be stretched anymore, and I am dimly reminded of an adage my gynecologist once imparted to me: ‘The smallest pussy in the world can take the largest cock’.

  I don’t have the smallest pussy in the world, but Fury’s cock is certainly the largest which has ever penetrated me. His fucking intensity is like his namesake: furious. His cock pounds and pummels and strokes my entire vaginal tunnel, and I find his crown abutting against my G-spot.

  Oh!

  After a while, there is sheer bliss.

  He seems to understand this as well, and he angles me so that his cock would slam into that spot again and again.

  The world around me seems to melt away as my pleasure escalates. The waves of ecstasy from my ultra-sensitive nerve bundle there cascade all over my pelvic region.

  “Don’t stop!” I manage to shriek.

  Fury’s arms do not seem to be tiring. Instead, he seems to be encouraged by my pleasure. He pumps into me even harder. I can imagine his buttocks clenching and unclenching behind, giving the audience an incredible spectacle.

  In. Out.

  In. Out.

  Cleaving. Squeezing. Squelching. Expanding and retracting.

  This is a fucking like I have never received before in my entire life.

  All my past fucks come back in a blur, as if the collective cocks of the men who have fucked me in my entire lifetime are now merged into this one ginormous cock. I am nothing but a vessel for Fury’s impalement. I am nothing but pure sensation, concentrated on my flattened and extremely pounded pussy.

  Oh, the sheer bliss!

  The sheer slamming and squeezing of my clit against my compressed labia. The sheer hammering of my slick, wet pussy walls, as if my vagina is a snug glove which must be stretched to its fullest capacity.

  I finally explode.

  My mind goes into starbursts and lightning sabers. I throw back my head and scream my orgasm into the audience. I think they are applauding this torrid show of unbridled lust, but I can’t be sure because of the roaring of blood in my ears.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I scream into the heavens.

  My eyes are filled with rainbows and puffy clouds and a perfect cerulean blue, and I can’t be sure if it’s the sky I am seeing or my own delirious visions.

  My climax goes on and on and on for a dizzying eternity collapsed in a matter of seconds. How long it went on, I can’t be sure, because when I come to and my breathing eases, Fury is still holding me up by the waist and fucking me senseless.

  “Ohhh,” I moan, collapsing onto his body.

  Instead of pulling out of me, he throws me onto the ground instead with his cock still joined to my pussy. I flop back, my tired limbs sinking into the ground as he continues to rut mercilessly into me. My groin is now sore, but I have acclimatized to his thickness. His face hovers above mine as he continues to hammer into me, my body jolting with every brute contact his groin makes against mine.

  This time, because he is angled thus, I can feel part of his flesh rubbing against my clit. Another explosion begins in those nerve fibers there, and my fists grasp and dig the ground in my effort to temper my second violent orgasm of the day.

  Fury’s eyes hold my blurry ones as his balls contract. With a shout that pierces the high heavens, he shoots into me. His semen floods my pussy – or what little space left in my pussy afforded to it – and there is so much of it. A veritable pool swims into me – oceans and oceans of his little wrigglers squirming and filling every part of my vagina and cervix and what goes beyond.

  I sink into the ground, completely wasted. He continues to pump into me for what seems an eternity until his sperm trickles to a halt. Then finally, he withdraws his thick, still engorged cock from me – dripping with white fluid from its tip.

  The sun is in my eyes, but I am completely oblivious to it and the crowd. I half-turn my head, and right in the line of my vision is my Australian suitor in a front row seat.

  He is smiling at me.

  So this is his fantasy? To watch me being taken forcefully and tamed by a Neolithic brute?

  I am still in a half-conscious state as Fury gets up. Before I can fully regain my bearings, he has picked me up again by the waist. His hands are so large that they almost span my entire midriff.

  With a roar, he lifts me up again to the crowd like a sacrificial offering. They roar back their approval. My damp hair is plastered onto my skin.

  Fury sets me down on my feet to face my Australian victor. I am about to stumble from weariness but he steadies me. He goes behind me and seizes both my breasts in his callused hands. My breasts are once again engorged with multitudes of milk.

  His growl is thunder in my ears and his breath is hot and ragged at the back of my neck as he squeezes my teats.

  Milk spurts in wide arcs from my nipples.

  The crowd goes wild. Yes, I can imagine this is quite a show.

  He squeezes and squeezes my tits until he has milked everything out of me, and I am but a husk of my former self. Then Samuel comes into the ring and picks me up and carries me away into the blessed relative darkness of the waiting room.

  7
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  I am put into a shack which is used for keeping props and tent material and other stuff they use for the market. The shack has a little mattress, and I am resting here, almost drifting off to sleep when I glimpse someone standing at the door, watching me.

  I almost start up in fright, but the figure strides into the room.

  “Ssssh, don’t be afraid,” he says in a soft voice.

  It is the voice of my Australian suitor.

  I calm down as he comes closer to me. He kneels beside me. He strokes my hair, my face, all the time shushing me as if I am a child in need of comforting. As strange at this might sound for the likes of someone as cynical as me, his tender ministrations do make me feel good.

  Then I notice he is naked. His cock is now not hidden behind a thong as it was previously in the Easter egg tent.

  He climbs onto my mattress and parts my legs.

  Of course it is what this is all about.

  “I like you like this,” he says in a hoarse voice. His pupils are dilated with his desire for me. “I like you humbled and quiet and with your sassiness knocked out of you. You were pretty sassy before, you know that? I just had to take the mickey out of you.”

  His cock rubs against my very sore pussy.

  “You OK to take this?”

  I nod sleepily.

  His cock slides into my pussy, and I feel the familiar rush of pleasure and warmth in my most intimate parts. I close my eyes and let the rhythm ride me to another place. His cock is nowhere as big as Fury’s, but it is a comfortable fit.

  Mmmmmm.

  It is nice to be fucked, and even nice to be held the way I am held in his arms.

  He fucks and fucks me, and I am merely a vessel he takes his pleasure in. I am too spent to cum once again, but he soon increases his breathing. His sweat drips onto my lips, and I taste its saltiness.

  “Ohhhhh!” He lets out a cry as his semen bursts forth inside me. He grips my arms with his sticky hands.

  “That’s nice,” I murmur.

  A voice at the door interrupts us. I recognize it as Samuel’s.

  “Mr. Kent? If you have finished with her, I will have to take her back to the farm. Master Gabriel has asked for her.”

  Master Gabriel!

  My father’s business partner. The owner of the sex farm I am incarcerated in. The man I intend to twist around my little finger and turn against my father in my quest for revenge against my own family.

  Let the games begin.

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  WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU HAD TO SHARE THE MAN OF YOUR DREAMS WITH A WHOLE LOT OF OTHER WOMEN?

  Abby Holt is running from a past she does not intend to divulge to anyone, not even the young man she would come to love, the outrageously stunning 21-year-old Devon Fisher.


  When she shows up at a doorstep in New York City on a rainy night, destitute and bleeding and wearing burn marks on her hands, Devon takes her in. He nurses, clothes and feeds her in a turn of events that would change their lives forever.

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