Each time the phallus was almost out of her ass, Faridah took the opportunity to breath in deeply, for it was hard to breath when the evil sex toy was fully inserted. She felt each inch travel the length of her anal cavity, spreading her formerly virgin walls apart and striking home. The oil helped as much as it could, but it could only do so much for an anal virgin. She could not see it herself, but her sphincter opened and closed with each stroke in a delightful sight for the sorceress.<br/><br/>The strap-on wasn't only raping her body, but raping her soul and her pride as well. The urge to fight was slowly disappearing, and soon she was begging like a helpless maiden. ”Please stop! It hurts! No more, I beg you, Mistress!"<br/><br/>To her horror, she realized something else as well. The insidious horse grinding her sex in combination with the well-timed strokes were not meant merely to humiliate her or sap her will, but to cause some amount of pleasure as well! With each thrust she could feel her ass accommodate the phallus a little more, and soon part of it actually felt somewhat good! Was this what it meant to be broken?