"Uuugggnnnnhhhhh," Ginny groaned through partially clenched teeth as the throbbing, massive cudgel rammed savagely into her. She knew the pain… wanted it, and couldn't contain the tears of agonized pleasure that streamed down her cheeks. Her vaginal passage was on fire, but experience with him had taught her that this would gradually pass once her channel walls grew accustomed to the giant invasion from this angle. Its huge head, it seemed, was ripping her deepest organs… and she wanted it so. Suddenly, her own hand slipped between her thighs and spreading the soft curls of her sparse pubic hair, caressed the erectiled bud of her throbbing clitoris, caressed, stroked and taunted the already passion-inflamed bud pulsating lasciviously down between her open legs.
Behind her, Larreau had begun to gasp and pant heavily in his obscene delight, and he rocked rhythmically in and out of the soft confines of her moist, clasping cunt.
For Ginny, the pain was lessening, and the masochistic thrill of her helpless, debased position kneeling before him rippled through her; the ravishment of her body by this vile man who took her at will in whatever manner that pleased him at the moment, as a master might a slave, sent familiar waves of wicked pleasure coursing through her entire naked being. She groaned aloud and subconsciously began to undulate her buttocks lewdly in tiny tempoed circles to the long thick cock fucking into her mercilessly from behind.
"Yes… yes… yesssss," she moaned uncontrollably, hardly able to believe that he had not stopped when he saw she was enjoying it to the fullest, for this, too, was a demented torment he reveled in, and more often than once she had been forced to pretend her agony in order to deceive him into satisfying her.