Kriss fought with all her might to keep her left fist closed. She was digging her nails into her palm. Her knuckles were white from pressure. The man's fingers were trying to get a hold on her sweaty, slippery skin. And all the time, her sore rectum was rammed without the least remorse.<br/><br/>Progressively, Jeremiah managed to push one finger inside the tight hole formed by her desperately curled pinky. Once it was in, unfolding the little finger was only a matter of time and soon it was straight, slightly arched backwards, unable even to twitch. Kriss let out a long scream of despair as the pain spread down her hand. She knew what was to come and it was enough to cause her to panic. The methodical, regular process of breaking her knuckles backwards caused her to jerk her body and yelp with white agony. With each break, her anus was involuntarily clenching on her rapist's cock. And each break brought her closer to helplessness. Soon she would be a total wreck, completely useless.<br/><br/>At last, the man exploded in her bowels, filling her with his hot jism, adding humiliation to her agony. Both her hands had been reduced to useless paws, distorted roots throbbing with pain. As he released her legs and pulled her backwards, she glided along the rusty hood, her breasts clawed by the irregular piece of metal.<br/><br/>She fell on her back, breathless, her disfigured face covered with tears and contorted with a mix of pain and terror. Her legs were moving erratically, the back wheels of her roller skates rolling on the floor, unable to find a purchase. She was covered in cold sweat, to which countless particles of rust were adhering.