<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Claire.jpg/265px-Claire.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie DeLaurents</span></span><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mascot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cookie's Cot after the Shadow Job<br/><strong>With:</strong>Cookie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>This stranger was taking my ass, fucking my forbidden hole without a please or thank you.  It hurt, oh it hurt because this angry, controlling man was not just overwhelmingly strong but he was hung like a horse.  Well, he was well above average for a man; I'd seen horses and he wasn't that big thank the gods or I'd be broken worse than I already was.  I groaned and grunted as it felt like a burning baseball bat had been rammed up my butt; every stroke was a burning lance in my guts.  But despite the pain and humiliation of being ass fucked I was wild with arousal.  The idea that some complete stranger was taking me, had me locked in his stateroom, manhandled me and then took me in both my holes made me shiver with need and arousal.  There was something about yielding to a man, a strong man that made me weak and wild at the same time.<br/><br/>Then at the touch of his hand on my clittie sent thrills of pleasure through the haze of fullness from the cock in my ass and the pain of my abused little rose bud.  "Oh gods, fuck... oh gods mister..." My voice was hoarse with the pain and pleasure of it all.  The Angry Man's body was so big, so strong and larger than mine that I felt like a little rag doll getting tossed about by a big wolf.  With every thrust I grunted, the pain fading quickly as it always did into a strange pleasure, the stimulation of my clit making it that much stronger.<br/><br/>"Ahhhh! Fuuuu..." I grunted as he pulled out, my ass hole still gaping from the impact of his log of a cock.  I laid still, gasping for a few moments before I squealed at the touch of his hands.  I struggled and grabbed at him as he lifted me effortlessly from the bed.  "Wha... please mister..."  I begged helplessly not knowing what he was going to do to me; fear and longing thrilling through me.  I jerked as my back was pressed against the hard, cold surface of the wall.  I still struggled, squealing with the harsh pressure of the wall.  Beating my little fists uselessly against his broad chest I begged;  "Mister, mister whacha gonna do ta me... doan... please..."  There was nothing I could do, I was helpless as he moved my legs around his waist, clenched his hands in the soft flesh of my ass until it bruised and then... "Ah mistah..." I groaned as the hard, blunt head of his cock lodged again between my ass cheeks.  I couldn't help myself as the impact of his manhood caused me to wrap my legs around his body in a tight embrace, my arms around his neck, holding him tight.<br/><br/>Both of my holes now wept my fluids and just an easy press of his hips by the Angry Man would shove his cock in either opening.  Then he lowered himself, pressing into my pussy like a big train easing down the tracks, unstoppable.  I clenched him tight, my arms in a choking embrace around his neck, my thighs tightening around his waist as he spread my cunt.  Ah gods he was so big!  "Mistah!  Oh my, oh my, oh my... please, fuuuu... gohhh..."  I gasped and cried out as he fucked my cunt.  I was so tight.  I was always tight.  Girls talked about fucking getting easier especially with a big man as your pussy got looser.  But I was always as tight as when I barely had hair on my cunny.<br/><br/>My eyes snapped open and I looked at him.  My face was reddened and blotchy with pleasure and need.  My hair was sweaty and plastered to my face; I looked like hell, I looked like a girl getting the reaming of her life.  "Oh mister, mister... cum in my pussy."  My blush deepened as I spoke my shame.  "Ahhh...  ahhh gotta have it in my cunt mister.  I need ta have yer cum in my pussy."