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He chuckled again and I waited, breathless and anxious for what he had planned for me. Then he quickly took my panties and pushed them down my hips, baring me once more to everyone in the square. He lifted me by the waist and walked several feet before tossing me over a large crate, face down, ass up. I shivered, wondering just how many eyes were looking on my bare backside and peeking at the wet pussy between my legs. The thought was incredibly humbling, and I felt a fresh wave of shame wash over me then.
“You see, naughty little humans get their tight little assholes fucked,” he threatened, and I stilled, his words taking far too long to process. He couldn’t mean to fuck my ass here, in the middle of the square with everyone watching, could he? His fingers glanced against my inner thigh.
Yeah. He would.
I bucked, trying to propel myself off the crate, but he held me still with a single hand on my lower back. He was so strong that nothing I did would help me escape his grasp. I was trapped and he was going to do whatever he wanted to me and fuck if that thought didn’t arouse me even further.
“Such a wet little pussy,” he murmured, and I shook, trying to remember how to breathe. I could feel the pads of his fingers sliding along the vulnerable flesh of my inner thighs and then the sensitive folds of my cunt, discovering my wetness and exposing my shame. He knew I was wet for him, for what he’d done to me and for what he was yet to put me through. His touch ventured along my pussy, gathering my wetness, and then he retreated backward until a single, wet finger rested on top of my bottom hole and I cried out with shock. He couldn’t really mean to take me there, could he?
I closed my eyes. I knew better than to question what he would do. I didn’t know him, but he’d decided that I was his to take and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. He was going to take my virgin ass, whether I liked it or not.
His finger kept gathering more of my wetness, taking it and spreading it around my tight bottom hole. I moaned with embarrassment once I realized that I was getting even wetter each time he did so, and I did my best to hide my face with my curtain of dark brown hair. I whimpered as his thick digit pressed against my asshole then and I fought back against him, trying to stop him from taking me there, but he was relentless.
I thrashed on top of the crate, tightened my bottom cheeks, and tensed all the muscles in my body, but still, his finger pushed against my most shameful hole. When he finally breached my tight rim, I stilled and cried out, feeling a painful stab of agony as he stretched my virgin hole for the very first time.
The sensation felt like an intense burn for several seconds before my body softened for him. I tightened once more and the pain intensified, causing me to relax as quickly as possible after that. Once I did so, the sting receded to a gentler ache and I allowed myself a small sigh of relief. I whimpered, trying to make sense of the tumultuous feelings racing through my mind, but it was no use. My thighs shook, and that’s when overwhelming pleasure crashed over me, uninvited and unexpected.
Fuck. I was so much wetter than before.
I could feel my breasts pebbling beneath my shirt, hard with passionate desire, and then my core cramped hard, forcing more of my wetness to drip from my body, down my sensitive folds and then onto my thighs. I knew he could see every single drop of my slick arousal against my skin and I moaned out loud.
I was so ashamed. I was so aroused. I didn’t know what to think.
I had never thought I would react like this. Hadn’t even considered that something this dirty, this filthy would turn me on and with a perfect stranger no less. It felt wrong but at the same time, it also felt right.
His finger pressed deeper into my ass, forcing one knuckle after another inside my tight channel, and I cried out as each one stretched me wider and wider. The wetness he had rubbed there now eased his entry, but still, I shook beneath him, humiliated, aroused, and utterly confused. I didn’t know if I wanted to plead for him to stop or if I wanted to beg him for more.
Then he added a second digit, stretching me even wider. I tried to relax my body, but I hadn’t expected him to add another finger and I tensed, a fresh wave of burning pain washing over me, and I whimpered. My body continued to betray me; my treacherous pussy getting wetter with each passing moment. He pressed two fingers into my tight hole, and then something strange happened.
Pain turned into pleasure, soon intermingling into an intoxicating mixture that left me breathless and wanting more.
Why would I want this? Even now, my pussy was spasming with need, and that’s when I realized that I wanted to come. I wanted this perfect stranger to take my ass and make me come. I wanted his fingers to explore my most shameful place and bring me to the precipice of release and back as I shuddered beneath him.
Fuck. What was wrong with me?
His two fingers pumped in and out of my ass, their constant entry making me feel full in the naughtiest way I could ever have imagined. My inner walls fluttered with need and I couldn’t help myself as a moan escaped my lips. It sounded loud to my ears and I flushed, embarrassed that I was letting him get to me.
I was so hot. So needy.
Over and over, his fingers teased me, pressing in and out of my most shameful hole. I tried to keep my lips shut, but soon enough I forgot myself and whimpered with pleasure. I could hear the people bustling around me, could hear them talking about their day like I wasn’t even there. I knew Dryac was a tough place, but I hadn’t expected them to ignore something like this. I had been so wrong.
Soon, my hips were rising up to meet his thrusts and I couldn’t stop them. I didn’t know if I even wanted to. I craved his fingers inside me, to press even deeper than before, and I yearned for something more. My body reacted with an almost feral, intense need and I could feel my arousal, slick and warm on my thighs. With every plunge of his fingers, my back arched, and hot fiery passion burst into my core, folding in on itself and exploding outward, causing every single nerve in my body to radiate with desire.
“Please,” I begged.
“What do you want, little girl?” he answered, his tone soft and intoxicatingly seductive.
I couldn’t find the words to say what I needed. It felt as though my tongue was made of cotton and that my voice no longer functioned. My body burned with unreleased pleasure, a need that was stronger than I had ever felt, and I cried into the wooden crate beneath me.
He still held my wrists behind my back in one hand, a clear demonstration of his strength and power. I arched my spine and then he released me.
“If you fight me, little girl, you will be punished,” he threatened, his tone demanding, and I shivered with pleasure at his words. I pressed the palms of my hands against the wooden crate, bracing myself.
His fingers continued to torture my tight little hole, pressing in and out, and it was then I realized that I was too far gone. I wanted this. I needed it and I didn’t want it to stop until I found release. I needed to come. I wanted him to make me come.
I was so aroused.
I heard him rustling behind me and I lifted my hips. My skin burned with electricity, and vicious hot pulses of desire shot straight down to my core, making me quiver with desire. The hotter I felt, the more desperate I became. Everything else fell away and the only thing that mattered was me and him.
