General Chen`s White Torture Slave

General Chen’s

White Torture Slave

Five

“All right. This has now become more complicated.” Aaron Quayle started the meeting.

It was another conference room as the one Jack Castle had occupied with Quayle and his assistant Tonya Deering when he took this assignment a few days ago.

This room was smaller, since it was a rather unimpressive building Quayle Enterprises owned in this busy, noisy street in the middle of Bangkok. But it was spacious enough for the small group sitting around a large table, facing each other.

Besides Jack, Quayle and Tonya there was a thin, young man present with huge glasses and dressed in a suit that was a little too big for his slim frame. Tonya was dressed casually in very tight denim pants, cowboy boots and a thin, white shirt under which she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. Jack was bemused by the slim guy’s efforts not to look at Tonya’s nipples pushing out darkly against the white fabric of her shirt. He turned his attention back to business and listened to Quayle`s briefing.

“As it seems, my daughter actually did get away from those pirate bastards and made it to shore on the island of Botaia. That is a minor island state halfway between Ho Chi Minh City and the Riau Islands. I got this information from an old friend inside the Agency. They are spying on the Botaia government for some time now and one of their operatives was able to take a picture of an American girl inside the palace.”

Quayle opened a laptop in front of him and turned it around. Jack could make out Tina Quayle pretty clearly, standing naked in a corridor. He was curious about her nudeness but refrained from mentioning it. As far as he could see, she was uninjured. So that trip on the pirate ship could not have been all that bad. Jack doubted that this new and solid information about the location of Quayle’s daughter and the fact that she was unhurt would do the pirates any good. Some of them should be dead by now. Some of them were doubtlessly still being tortured for information that was no longer needed.

He pushed all thoughts about the pirates’ fate aside. He needed to concentrate on the problem at hand. And since he had heard a few things about the government of Botaia, he knew that getting Tina Quayle out of that country would not be all that easy.

“So, is there a possibility of opening a dialogue with the Botaian government?” Tonya asked Quayle, while putting her arms over the backrest of her chair and thereby pushing out her generous breasts for the attention of the slim guy besides her employer.

‘Bitch!’ Jack thought to himself. He did not like Tonya Deering and her haughty and arrogant attitude. But he still found some amusement in her play with this little geek.

“Not likely.” Quayle said. “Mr. Simmons will give you all the details.”

Simmons coughed and folded his hands on the desk in front of him.

“Yes…well…” he coughed nervously again. “Well. The government of Botaia is actually a dictatorship. It is led by a General Chen, who reportedly maintains a virtual police state to keep himself in power. There are definite connection between his government and numerous terror organizations and drug trafficking. Yet, since Botaia is an independent state without allegiance to any other government, there is little to be done about that. For all intents and purposes you might say that this General Chen is….untouchable.”

“And why is it not possible to contact this Chen and open negotiations.” Tonya insisted. “Clearly, there is a good reason for her being walked around naked like this.” She pointed at the picture on the laptop where Tina’s nudeness remained frozen digitally for all to see. As if realizing that all of a sudden, Quayle slammed the laptop shut. That didn’t faze Tonya in the slightest.

“I mean, even if that Chen intents to…” She caught Quayle’s look and modulated the word that almost got out. “…use her; it should be possible to make some kind of bargain for your daughter’s return.”

Quayle´s face darkened even more and nodded at Simmons to go on. The little guy nervously adjusted his glasses and coughed a few more times, while giving the tall, beautiful brunette a few shy looks as if he was highly uncomfortable to continue this part of the briefing with her present. He finally got around to continue, but not without blushing considerably.

“Well….ahem…Yes, well. I got all the files obtainable on this General Chen and….” He coughed again before he went on. “Perhaps I should have mentioned my degree in psychiatry…well.”
Tonya began tapping her booted foot on the floor with growing impatience and Jack was not much more successful in hiding his mounting exasperation. But Simmons finally stumbled towards the point he wanted to make.

“Well, judging from the files and the observations of the CIA operatives in the field there is no doubt that General Chen is... quite a sadist.”

Jack whistled softly while Tonya raised an eyebrow. Simmons cleared his throat once more before he went on.

“Evidently his intention is not only to rape Ms. Quayle but also to torture her to death in the process. That…process…may well have started already and there is little chance that he will give Ms. Quayle up, no matter for whichever compensation we choose to offer.”

“What are the chances for an assault at the palace?” Jack prompted. Tortured to death did not sound good at all. He would only see full payment if the girl was handed over to Quayle alive.

“None, whatsoever.” Simmons replied. “You will get all the information about the military forces under the General’s command and the layout and fortification of his palace, where we know Ms. Quayle is kept. But you will find his palace impregnable.”

“The only way to get to him is infiltration!” Quayle threw in. “We will give the two of you fake identities. Fake arrests, fake criminal records…all the stuff the Botaia police will check up on when you go in as a noveau riche drug dealer, Jack.” Quayle looked at Tonya. “And his girlfriend.” Tonya visibly flinched at the idea.

“It will take some time to put up your credentials and contact Chen’s business associates. But if all goes well the two of you will be at Chen’s palace in two, no later than, three days.” Simmons added.

“Now wait a minute.” Tonya started. “Marching around the jungle with that Neanderthal’s bozos looking for your daughter is one thing, Mr. Quayle. But this is a little more then my paycheck covers.”

Quayle’s tone became considerably darker as he stared at Tonya. “May I remind you that it is not only my monthly paycheck that secures your services to me and my company, Ms. Deering?” Tonya swallowed and sat back, her face darkened and her mouth pouting in frustration. Jack wondered about the leverage that old bastard had on Tonya.

“There is the time factor to consider, Mr. Quayle.” He said. He did not hesitate to go in undercover, yet he planned on settling a considerable bonus with Quayle before he went.

“As Mr. Simmons pointed out, your daughter might be actually tortured as we speak. It would save time and force this General Chen to respond or at least to refrain further molesting your daughter, if you go public with this. I know I urged you to do the opposite when Ms. Quayle was a captive of mere pirates. But this situation is different. When the public learns an American rich girl being raped and tortured by the head of a government, the political pressure would probably be too much even for Botaia. I don’t reject the infiltration operation. But it is time consuming. And your daughter may be dead in three days.”

Quayle stared back at Jack with stern gaze.

“Jack, I appreciate your concern for my daughter. But let me make two things clear. One: it is an undeniable fact that this company of mine is making good business. Business that ultimately pays for your services, as well. Now, the prime factor of the smooth operations of my company is…. inconspicuousness. Going public with my daughter’s disappearance will substantially cripple that inconspicuousness. Two: I will not stand in front of some slit-eyed, third world, third class jungle-chief and fucking beg for my daughter’s return. I am going to fucking take her from him, you understand?!”

Quayle face had suffused, but he quickly calmed down again and went on in a more moderate tone. “As for the time factor…as for the possibility of my daughter being alive in three days…” his voice trailed off and he looked at Simmons.

Simmons looked at Jack, again quickly stealing a shy and uncomfortable glance at Tonya, before coughing and taking over for Quayle.

“Well….ahem…as for the time factor. Uhm….Well, actually the…ahem…attractiveness of Ms. Quayle should work in our favor. As I said, General Chen is a sadist, specifically the kind of sadist who gains sexual pleasure from causing pain. He especially gains pleasure from dispensing pain on beautiful women. So, while am sorry to say that in all probability Ms. Quayle is already…ahem… serving the General in that capacity, I am also confident that he will refrain from causing her permanent damage for as long as possible.” Simmons was blushing again and he kept clearing his throat, visibly eager for the meeting to end.

“You see, for a sexual sadist the attractiveness of his victim is a major factor. The attractiveness of a female victim compels him to cause her pain. The pain dispensed leads to sexual pleasure on his part, then to rape and eventual release. As he undoubtedly wishes to keep this cycle going for as long as possible, he will resort to ways of inflicting pain that won’t kill or disfigure Ms. Quayle just yet.”

There was a moment of silence in the room. Then Quayle spoke up again.

“You see there is still time for the infiltration operation. You and Tonya prepare yourselves for the roles. And find a way to bring my daughter back!”

Jack got up in silence and went out. Well, that was a cold blooded son of a bitch, if there ever was one, he thought. He actually had no qualms about letting his daughter go through this, just so that his business keeps running smoothly.

Then, in his mind, he shrugged it off. It was his business, his money and his daughter. And if that geek in there was right, at this point in time it probably wasn’t all that terrible for that little bitch that started all this trouble. At least not yet. She would just have to take a little more fucking and a little more spanking before they got her out.

Tina was lying on the bench in her cell.

If Jack would see her now, he would be astonished if he only would be able to feel what she felt. Considering the absence of any large bruises, any cuts, any trace of disfigurement, any visible burning marks it would have baffled Jack Castle to experience just how much pain was actually gnawing away at the panting girl.

Tina did not move, could hardly move. She was totally exhausted. All the muscles in her body were aching from the electric spasms. She felt as if she had been carrying heavy rocks around all day. Even the tiniest movements of her legs sent sharp pangs of pain through her inner thighs from her overstretched tendons. In addition each movement of her legs made her pussy flare up in pain; an aftereffect of the rough, brutal fucking. But that was not all. Adding to her misery was the constant, burning ache on her belly, cunt-lips and thighs from the countless electric shocks. Yet, even that pain was nothing compared to the constant burning inside her breasts, pussy and womb that just wouldn’t go away.

The big man had fucked her for God knows how long, spurting more cum into her several times. He had constantly kneaded, twisted and slapped her aching tit-mounds as he had raped her. Then he finally seemed satiated, he had pulled his cock out of her and stepped up to the side of the table she was strapped on. He then had begun choking her again; his big hands around her throat, his smiling face only inches away from hers. He had looked into her wide open eyes with enjoyment and fascination as her lungs had screamed for air and she had struggled frantically against her bindings, despite her exhaustion. He had kept this up for several minutes, always choking her near unconsciousness, then allowing her to breathe a few times only to cut off her supply of air again.

Then she finally, mercifully did loose consciousness. And as she awakened, she found herself back in her cell.

Shortly after, the door to her cell had opened and two Asians entered. One was a guard, Tina had not seen before, the other was a doctor. He examined her roughly, ignoring her cries of pain and whines as he forced her to move, to sit up…all actions that sent sharp pains through her body. He measured her blood pressure, glared into her eyes and finally gave her an injection. Tina dared to hope that the injection may have been a painkiller, but the doctor – in broken English – told her otherwise. It was a vitamin injection to counter the lack of nutrition her body had suffered over the last few days. When she dared to appeal to his duty as a doctor and give her something against the pain, he merely chortled and told her that it was his job to keep her alive for as long as possible, not to see to her comfort.

For the next hours Tina simply lay on the hard bench trying not to move, trying to minimize the constant pain gnawing at her. Through that pain, her dazed mind was still struggling with the effort of grasping the reality of her situation.

She had no doubt that the big man would repeatedly torture her body until it was destroyed. There had been not a shred of remorse, not a splinter of pity in his eyes as he had raped and tortured her. As a human being she was as insignificant to him as a fly was to a cruel child, which might amuse itself by ripping out the wings and legs of the tiny insect.

And still Tina could not entirely grasp the fact that she had been tortured and would be tortured again. Torture was something that happened to poor peasants, to political prisoners and such. And its purpose was to gather information, for God’s sake. It just couldn’t be true that she was tortured, just because… just because that big man got off on it! It just couldn’t be happening to her.

But here she was, lying on the bench in pain and wincing and holding her breath with every tiny sound outside in fear that someone would open the door to take her back to the big man’s torture room. She found herself listening for sounds of other prisoners in the other cells. She desperately hoped to discover that there were more prisoners, especially more female ones which the big man might use for his twisted pleasure the next time. But all she heard was the broken sobbing of the man who had been tortured at the same time as she had been.

When the door did finally open, Tina’s spine turned to ice and she began to tremble in panic. It was the Asian, who had brought her here. But instead of dragging her out of the cell, he merely put two bowls down on the floor right beside the door. He grinned nastily at her and locked the door as he left the cell again. Tina’s heartbeat slowed down and as she saw the content of the bowls she felt her stomach twisting with hunger. One was filled with water, the other with cold rice. It would have been an act of mercy to put the two bowls right beside the bench so she could reach them. But, simply out of cruelty, the Asian had put them as far away from her as possible.

Tina sobbed with hunger, so terrible that it outweighed the prospect of more pain. She glided from the bench, falling on the stone floor. Her fatigued arms did not manage to support her body so she crushed her pain-throbbing breasts between her torso and the floor and cried out in pain and misery. Then, after a few moments, she began to slowly, painstakingly crawl towards the food. When she finally reached it, she wolfed the rice down. And when it was all gone, she licked the bowl clean with the tongue long after the last piece or rice was gone; sobbing in dismay because there wasn’t anymore left. Then she gulped down the water.

When she was finished, she found herself unable to return to the bench. So she simply kept lying on the cold stone floor, dreading the next time the door might open again.

Chen was sitting behind his huge desk and busied himself with paperwork.

He had held two meetings today and attended an inspection of his troops. Now he had one, maybe two hours of paperwork to do before he planned to retire for the day. All during the day he found it difficult to subdue the stirrings in his pants as his thoughts lecherously circled around his private dungeons and the newest prize he had down there. He seldom allowed his pleasures to interfere with his work. For a man in his position, negligence could be dangerous. But he permitted himself this weakness and excused it by the extraordinary beauty of his newest torture toy and by the fact that his pleasures with her had only just started.

It really seemed the Gods had acknowledged his weariness concerning his present supply of victims and gave him this blonde, white-skinned American whore to pleasure himself with. She really was beauty, right out of those American magazines. Ah yes, he mused. That white whore’s body will experience all the different kinds of pain his sadistic mind could think of. His cock got hard underneath the desk as he contemplated only some of the ways he would bring her to the peak of agony and suffering before he would allow her to die. He smiled to himself while planning this evening’s session with that little slut. Then he forced himself to concentrate on his work, again. Overindulgence always led to decadence. He would finish his work and then he would go downstairs to play with that American girl, who dared to interfere with his work, intruding his mind.

Insolent little slut! He mused before pushing away all thoughts of the panting, miserable teen, lying deep below on the floor of her cell, right at this moment.

Slowing down his work, would she? He would punish her for this!

The moment Tina had feared came.

The door to her cell was opened and the two Asian guards of this dungeon dragged her outside. She had regained some, only some of her strength, but she was still far too weak to offer any real resistance. She was not taken to the large torture chamber at the end of the cell block, though. At least not right away.

Instead she was pushed into a door right beside the elevator doors. She blinked in surprise as she recognized a bathroom similar to the one she had seen up above. Also here, there were two Asian women, smiling politely at her as they washed her in a bathtub. As politely as they smiled, they paid no heed to Tina’s cries of pain and misery as they soaped her aching body, washed her breasts and rinsed out her pussy with large cylindrical spoon. Tina’s pleas for help were also ignored. It was hopeless, of course. Even the three of them could never overpower the two guards, carefully watching them. To say nothing of getting upside and out of the palace. But at the least, the very least, Tina had hoped for the smallest hint of sympathy in the eyes of the Asian women. Just the smallest bit of pity for a human being of the same sex about to be raped and tortured again. But they ignored her pitiful attempts with indifferent politeness.

When Tina was clean again, her wet strands of hair were blow-dried into golden waves flowing down her shoulders and back. She was pedicured and manicured again. And she received another treatment with sweet-smelling body-oils. She tried to savor these precious moments of pleasure, despite the constant pains in her body, her breasts and her sex.

Then she was finished, the two guards dragged her out of the bathroom and down the corridor. Tina’s belly knotted in fear and she began to whine and trembling all over as she was taken to the torture chamber. She tried to struggle against the guards holding her in an iron grip. She tried to stem herself against being forced towards the torture room, her bare feet ineffectively skidding over the stone floor. But the guards were far too strong for her and effortlessly pushed her closer and closer towards the huge door and the horrors behind it.

Her pitifully useless resistance seemed to amuse the two guards. They laughed crudely at the naked teen, her body all sweet smelling skin and the perfect blend of leanness and full-rounded female curves twisting and squirming in their strong arms. Even though Tina could not understand their words, she knew that they were callously joking about her.

“This little white slut does not seem so eager about going back in there, eh?”

“Hah! No, she doesn’t. His Excellency must have taught her a few things about pain, already.”

“And this is a real pretty one. One like this is bound to receive many, many lessons by His Excellency. I wager she will last much longer than the most.”

“You hear that American cunt-whore? You will get the most thorough education about all kinds of living death, round-eyed slut!”

“Bah! That dumb, white fuck-pig does not understand you. But she ought to remain alive long enough to learn begging for mercy in our language.”

Both laughed cruelly as they reached the door and one of them used the control panel to open it. Tina was pushed inside as she whimpered and sobbed. One of them was holding her arms behind her back while the other one opened a drawer at the work-table and took out a few items.

The one holding her frog-marched her towards the table and Tina shivered as she could make out more and more horrifying items on the tabletop. The man behind her kept a hold on her as the other one bent down put a thick, black leather cuff around her ankle. It was in fact an iron band, encased in thick, black, shining leather. It was heavy and had four iron rings attached to it, one in front, one at the back and two at the sides.

The man put the same kind of cuff around her other ankle. The man behind her released her arms and another set of exactly the same kind of cuffs went around her wrists, tightly encasing them in their grip. Then the man in front of her put a larger, even thicker and wider iron band, incased in black leather around her neck. It too, was equipped with four heavy iron rings. Two at the sides, one at the back and one in front.

Tina stood there, trembling with fear. The collar and the cuffs were heavy and seemed to drag her down. With a cruel smile, the man in front of her took another item from the table. Tina wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be. It looked like a black leather top with a loop above for support around the neck and to be closed behind with a pair of belt buckles. Yet, there were two holes in front at the size of a woman’s fist, each. He put the loop over her head and let it rest against the back of her neck. As he pressed the front against her chest she whimpered in pain and tried to back off. But the man behind her pushed her forward and fastened the belt buckles on her back. Tina mewled in pain as the front of the leather-top was crushing her aching breasts flat against her chest. Only a part of each tit oozed out through the holes in front.

She desperately tried to push the man in front of her away, tried to reach behind her to open the top and free her breasts from the fresh pain. But the man behind her snarled and pulled her arms behind her back. With a clicking sound, the cuffs around her wrists were connected and Tina’s hands were tied behind her back.

The man behind her held her arms and the one in front her stepped up close, both of them sandwiching Tina between them. She sobbed pitifully as the man in front reached for the right bulge of tit flesh, oozing out from the tight hole. Grinning sadistically, he grabbed the bulge firmly and began to pull. Tina whined and cried out as more and more of her fiercely burning and aching tit-flesh was pulled through the hole, her breast-cone squeezed brutally as more and more of it was pulled through. After some pulling and yanking her right tit was through in all its fullness, the hole now crushing tightly down on the base of the breast-mound.

He did the same to her other tit, clearly enjoying the feel of his pliable breast in his hand as he pulled at it. When the other breast was through, the man behind her pulled the straps on the back of the top as tight as they would go, making Tina grunt.

The miserable teen stared down at her breasts. The top was wound around her chest as tightly as possible. The holes, from which her tits were bulging out now, were way too small and tight for the bases of her breasts. They squeezed down hard and painfully. But much more painful was the feeling in Tina’s poor tits. They had now taken the shape of two big, mushroom-shaped balls of aching breast-meat. It seemed as nothing more than the flick of a finger was necessary to make the painfully tightened skin break and the breast explode like an overblown balloon. For Tina, the pain in her breasts would be terrible under normal circumstances. Having been slapped and electrocuted countless times, however, her tits were ten times more sensitive then normal. So the pain of having her tits bloated out like this wasn’t terrible, it was nothing but excruciating.

The men seemed to be satisfied with her appearance. Tina was still stark-naked with the exception of the black leather collar around her neck, the black leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles and the torturous leather top squeezing out her breasts. And those humiliating and painful items made her feel all the more naked and vulnerable. With her arms still cuffed on her back she was led towards an iron pole, seemingly embedded in the stone floor. The men forced her to stand over the pole, then spread her legs far apart and fastening the cuffs around her ankles to iron rings set in the floor. She was standing spread-legged over the pole, its conic tip pointing right up at her pussy. One of the men held her in place while the other one took a remote control wired to a small console near the pole. He depressed a button and the pole began to make a constant humming sound. Tina looked down, fearfully, and then tried to twist away as she saw the pole ascending. Its tip would make it relatively easy to glide into her, but the thickness of its body made Tina shudder. She tried to pull and twist her pussy away from the climbing pole. But the man behind her held her in place. She winced, and then cried out as the pole’s tip pushed against her highly sensitized pussy-lips. Then she groaned in pain and despair as the pole forced its way into her cunt with mechanical indifference to the straining pain it caused.

The man behind her released her then. But the pole was already sufficiently high up inside her and she couldn’t free herself anymore. Tina sobbed in fear and pain. She looked at the Asian controlling the pole with despair in her wide open eyes. The Asian merely grinned at her and, still humming, the pole went higher and higher up her cunt-shaft. Tina whined then cried out in pain as the pole’s tip pushed against her cervix. She pulled her legs as close as even possible, making the rings in the ground and those on her ankle-cuffs clink.

The pole ceased its upward movement and Tina sobbed in relief. Then her eyes widened as the Asian pushed another button. She couldn’t see what went on inside her pussy, of course. But she could feel that the tip of the pole was opening up, forcing her pussy walls farther apart. Then something seemed to emerge from inside the pole.

If Tina would be able to see it, she would cringe at the cruelty of the device. But feeling it without seeing was probably even more horrible. The tip of the pole had opened inside her and from within emerged another pole, only slightly smaller in diameter as the pole surrounding it. Still its thickness was torturous for Tina’s small pussy. Instead of the pole surrounding it, however, this poles tip was not cone-shaped but flat. Only the edges of the tip were smoothed a bit, in order to avoid tearing up a woman’s pussy-tube as it went up. At the center of the poles top, covering half of its surface there were a dozen, half an inch long, blunt but thin iron spikes attached.

The Asian smiled knowingly at Tina as he pushed the previous button again. The trembling teen looked at him appealingly then her eyes snapped open as she felt the spikes pushing against her cervix. If the pole would have gone higher and higher, she may have been able to take its conic shape into her womb. But the flattened, spiked tip of the inner pole could not get passed that point. Instead it pushed and pushed more and more against her cervix, the blunt spikes not piercing but indenting, deforming…hurting!

Tina screamed and stood on her toes, her legs so very far apart. The pressure and the pain kept mounting as the pole pushed higher and higher.
”Please….” She howled. “OH PLEASE PLEASE STOOOP!”

And suddenly the humming and the movement stopped. Tina stood there, legs trembling; sweat running down her body, her pussy straining around the thick metal pole inside her and her cervix resting torturously on a dozen long spikes indenting it.

The two guards went out of the chamber, grinning at her predicament, as Tina begged them not to leave them like this. She sobbed in anguish. The pain was unbelievable. Her cervix felt like being pronged on a dozen forks. The pain in her overworked thigh tendons was immense but soon was surpassed by the strain in her toes. She had to keep standing on her toes. She just had to. Standing flat on her feet would mean even greater pain inside her. She had to keep standing on her toes.

Her toes gave out and she sank down on the pole. And shrieked in pain. The agony seemed to give her the strength she needed to get back on her toes. And to remain like that for a while.

She did not know how long she was suffering like this. It may have been minutes; it may have been an hour in which she slid down onto the pole again and again. And each time the pain in her cervix made her cry out in agony.

The huge door opened and the big man entered the torture chamber. As before, he was almost naked. This time he wore a thin black leather string around his hip. It went down in front and ended in a pair of two thicker loops, also made of black leather. One was around the base of his cock, tightly hugging it. The other went around the base of his scrotum, tightening his huge balls. Tina found it incomprehensible, how wearing such fetish garment could appeal to a man. But, then again, it was only the smallest expression of his twisted sickness, considering what he put her through. This time, his cock was already hard and pointing menacingly up at the miserable teen as he approached her. He looked up and down her body, clearly satisfied with what he saw.

Tina looked back at him, her chest torn between feelings of despair and hope. Despair because this was the man, who did these things to her. His mere presence was a promise of more and different kinds of pain. Hope because compared to what she was going through right now, even a different kind of pain would offer even a temporary relief.

Chen went around her, admiring the sight of her backside: the blonde hair flowing down her shoulders, her bound arms behind her back, her hands flexing and twisting in their cuffs, her strained, spread, quivering legs, the soles of her feet as she stood on her toes and the sight of her firm buttocks and that metal pole disappearing into her pussy in front.

He then went in front of her again and took that sight in as well, leisurely; not caring for the agony she felt: that beautiful, once arrogant face framed by her golden hair, the eyes tear-filled and pleading, the mouth twisted in pain, the two painfully bloated out breasts, the firm, taut, twitching belly, her golden pussy hair and her young, tight cunt strained around the metal pole inside it. Even if it weren’t for the pain, she was in, the sight of her with those cuffs, the collar and the tit-torture-top would be enough to arouse him. It somehow appealed to him especially, that in contrast to chest her hips, crotch and cunt were in no way adorned or even clad; completely naked for him.

He stood in front of her, his fist against his hips, and smiled into her tear-wet face.

Then one of his hands came up and stroked over her bloated titties.

“Did you enjoy your night” he asked casually.

Tina merely stared back at him in pain and confusion. His face darkened and his hand seized one of her breasts and started squeezing. The girls hissed then yelled in pain.

“I except an answer when I ask a question, slut!” he said loudly enough to get through her wail of pain.

“Did you enjoy your night?!” he repeated, easing off on her breast a little.

Tina sniffed and sobbed then managed to answer.

“Yes Master.”

“Good.” He said. He did not squeeze her breast anymore, but his hand was still stroking it, threateningly.

“You like being here, yes?”

“Yes Master.”

Tina knew there was no way of keeping this sadist from doing to her, whatever he wanted. Still, it was unthinkable to do or say anything that might give rise to his anger.

“Good.” Chen said again, still stroking her pain-throbbing tits and savoring the unbelievable pain she had to endure inside her belly. His smile came back, a terrible thing to look at.

“You want me to torture you again, yes?”

“….”

Tina gaped and his face darkened again.

“Well?!”

“no…” Tina said in the smallest, forlorn voice.

“WHAT?!” Chen barked indignantly.

“no…” she barely whispered. Then she burst out in fresh tears.

“Oh please, Master. Don’t hurt me, please. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll do ANYTHING!”

Chen picked up a long, black rubber club from a table nearby and put its end under her chin, lifting her face up to face him.

“Well, we shall see if you will do…anything. I have an excellent imagination, you know.”

“Anything.” Tina whimpered as Chen moved the stick under her breasts and lifted the two bloated orbs up, playfully.

“We shall see.” He smiled. Then he picked up the control and pushed a third button. The inner pole glided down into the outer pole and Tina gave out a shuddering sigh of relief. The outer pole closed itself and glided down, as well. Tina sobbed as it left her pussy and she stood there, her wobbling legs still chained to the floor. Chen bent down and unfastened her ankle-cuffs from the iron rings but kept the teens wrists cuffed behind her back. Tina meekly, fearfully, closed her pain-throbbing legs. Chen stood before her, smiling cruelly with the club raised threateningly in the air.

“Kneel!” he said and Tina dropped instantly on her knees in front of him. He pushed his hard cock against her face and she knew instantly what he wanted her to do. He had clearly ordered her to kneel so she had to remain on her knees. That, however, meant that she had to strain her back and neck so she could reach the tip of his cock with her mouth. She took his cock-head into the warm, wet cavity of her mouth and painfully worked her head up and down over his hard cock. The tip of his cock-head pushed against the back of her mouth each time she took all she could of him inside her.

Chen merely stood there enjoying her efforts. Of course, he could bend his knees slightly; he could force his cock down a bit with his hand to make it a little easier on the girl. But he did nothing to help her, forcing the teen to strain and twist her body so she could take his hard, high strutting cock into her mouth. Tina felt her jaw muscles aching, already. She had to gap her mouth as wide open as it would go in order to being able to take his cock-tip in.

“Look up at me when I permit you to pleasure me, slut!” Chen barked suddenly. She flinched and obediently looked up at his cruel face staring down at her, as she worked her mouth up and down on his cock-head. She kept looking up at him, fearfully, while she licked her tongue up and down the length of his cock. She kissed his cock and licked it, then bobbed her head up and down over his cock-head, again; all the time looking up at his cruel, merciless face.

He gave no indication whether she did well, or if he would use any minor failure on her part as an excuse to torture her again. Tina was desperate to please him. She would do anything to keep him from strapping her down on another one of his torture devices and getting off on her pain.

“All the way down, slut!” he said. Tina knew what he meant. But there was simply no way for her to take his entire cock into her throat in this position. If it was even possible, at all. Fearing that he had found his excuse for more torture she pleaded with him.

“Please, Master. Please, I will do it but I can’t…like this!” she mewled pitifully. Chen glared down at her.

“Get up, slut!” he said. Tina quickly obeyed and stood before him, trembling all over in fear. Chen looked at her through slit eyes and pushed the club back under her chin, forcing her head back.
”Spread your legs!” he commanded. Sniffing and sobbing Tina complied. Chen made a displeased growl deep in his throat. Then he rammed up his knee between her legs.

He put all his strength behind the attack and the bony point of his knee hit her pussy with perfect accuracy and so much force that it actually lifted Tina off her feet and up in the air.

She began to shriek even before she dropped back on her feet and her legs folded under her, letting her fall to the floor. She trashed around, whining and crying, her legs closed and pulled towards her chest.

“I decide what you can or can’t do, do you understand, whore?”

“Yes, Master!” she sobbed. Chen pulled her up on her knees again. Then he forced her to arch her body back. Her hands found the floor behind her and supported her, although shakily. Chen took a grip on her hair and yanked her head back, as well. Then he stood behind her and moved his huge cock against her lips. She immediately opened her mouth as wide as she could and took his cock-head in. He wasted no time but forced his cock-head against the back of her throat. Tina gagged but desperately fought down the urge to vomit. Then her eyes widened in fear, even panic as the big man forced his cock deeper, pushing it mercilessly down her throat. She felt the rubber club stroking over her tender, blown-out tits and she desperately hoped that it was only meant as a threat.

Chen felt the tightness of her throat around his cock as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside her, totally uncaring about her pain and the fact that she could not breathe. He watched in fascination as her throat actually bulged out, putting considerable strain on the leather collar around it. Then he felt her chin and nose pressing against his crotch as he was as deep within her, as he could go. His cock was all the way down her throat and his cock-head was actually past her throat and inside her chest cavity.

Tina trembled violently, her throat widened painfully and her lungs screaming for air. Slowly, leisurely Chen began to fuck her. He moved his cock back and forth inside her, as if her mouth was a pussy and her throat was a cunt-tunnel. But he made sure that his cock cut off her supply of air all the time. Tina gurgled and gagged as he fucked her, trembling and starting to twist and squirm in rising panic. But he held her firmly in place, fucking her faster and faster as he felt his cum building up and his cock getting ready to spill.

After perhaps two minutes he finally pulled his cock fully out of her throat and mouth, allowing her to regain her breath in frantic heaving and panting. She could hear his growling command.

“Do not waste on drop, slut! Swallow everything, you hear!” she did not comprehend the meaning at first but then she understood as the first jet of milky sperm shot into her open mouth. She gulped down frantically, still desperately trying to catch her breath. Stream after stream spurted into her open mouth and since her head was still upside down, it was all the harder for Tina to swallow down all the big man’s cum.

Chen grumbled in pleasure as he shot is jism into the white girl’s mouth. When he was done he pushed his cock-head against Tina’s lips and she instinctively knew that she was supposed to suck off the last drops of cum from his piss-slit.

She did so and flicked her tongue around the tip of his cock-head taking up the remains of his climax, eagerly. The teen felt his cock pull away then and she still struggled to catch her breath. Her mouth was filled with the salty taste of the big man’s sperm.

Chen sighed with temporary satisfaction and watched his cock going soft and shrinking.

“Get up, whore!” he said and Tina struggled to her feet; not an easy task with her hands still cuffed behind her back. Then she stood in front of him and wondering what he would do to her next.

“Spread your legs!” he ordered and she sobbed pitifully. Yet she obeyed, fearing the consequences of disobedience even more than the imminent pain. He raised his rubber club and tapped its tip against her left breast a few times, then against her right breast. She twitched and trembled with the pain but managed to stand her ground. He smiled at her misery and lowered the club then, tapping its tip against her cunt.

This made her twitch and cringe more and she sobbed but still managed not to jump away or close her legs. The big man smiled nastily at her while he kept tapping her pussy with the club, not really hitting her, just tapping forcefully.

“Come, come!” he chided her. “You can’t ask me to believe that this little nudging is hurting your pussy!” Tina merely sobbed, not knowing how she was supposed to respond. No, it wouldn’t be really that painful under normal circumstances. But like her whole body and especially her breasts, her pussy was highly tenderized from the tortures he had put her through. So that little `nudging` did hurt her a lot.

Chen simply kept tapping her pussy as she stood there spread-legged, vulnerably, her face twisted in pain and her teeth clenched.

“Tell me, slut. Do you have any understanding about the pleasure of giving pain?” The club kept drumming against her pussy, relentlessly.

“N….No, Master.” She said, laboriously.

“There are women who crave pain, their pussies getting wet from being hurt. Are you sick like that? You like pain?” the tapping on her pussy slightly increasing in force.

Her mind raced as she desperately tried to figure out what he wanted to hear from her. As is face began to darken and the force of blows against her pussy increased a bit more, she hastened to answer truthfully.

“No, Master. Please, Master. I… I don’t…. like pain. I …am afraid…”

Chen smiled cruelly and kept tapping her cunt. His cock began to harden again.

“Yes, it’s such a sick thing. Who could possibly be able to enjoy being hurt? Sick!” He increased the force of the constant blows against Tina’s pussy a little bit more, making her moan in anguish and throw back her head, her pain-twisted face looking up at the ceiling.

“Ah…but giving pain…” he mused as his cock began to rise. “…giving pain is such a sweet pleasure. Naturally a dumb little slut like you can not possibly comprehend this. Look at me, whore!” he barked.

Tina lowered her face and looked at him through tear-filled eyes. She breathed through clenched teeth, her nostrils flaring as he kept beating her pussy, ceaselessly.

“Look at this device!” he ordered, his head nodding to their left. Tina complied and saw a complicated array of steel. Vertical and horizontal beams of steel connected with each other. Cuffs and chains attached to some of them as well as a number of small and large steel plates covered with spikes.

“Can you imagine how this device functions, you round-eyed American slut?” Chen smirked. Tina shook her head, at the verge of going insane with the constant beating of her pussy.

“Of course you can’t. Because you are a dumb whore. Nothing but a brainless pussy to fuck. But I invented that. I invented countless ingenious ways of making your body scream with pain. I am a master.” His eyes narrowing as he looked into her tear-streaked face.

“Say it!”

“You…” Tina gulped. “You are a master.”  While yelling at him to stop beating her pussy inside her mind.

“I can torture your white body like no other man in the world can. Say it!!”

Tina’s bloated tits heaved and shook as she began to weep in earnest but she managed to answer while he kept beating and beating her poor cunt.

“Yes, Master. You can…you can….you can… torture my wh…white body like no other man in the world.”

“That I can.” Chen smirked and stopped beating Tina’s pussy. The poor teen gave a shuddering moan of relief, tears running down her cheeks.

“But you will do anything in order to keep me from doing so, yes?” Chen said, his mien imperiously and his cock standing up in all its hard fullness. Tina sniffed and nodded.

“Go to that wall!” Chen said pointing at the left wall. There were a number of iron rings set in the wall, a couple of whips hanging from hooks and some kind of strange, metal panel. It was one meter wide and one meter high and covered with long, thin, yet blunt spikes. Tina walked towards it, insecurely, on wobbling legs. Chen followed her a few steps behind. The teen stopped right in front of the panel at the wall and noticed that her chest was exactly at the same height as the spiked panel. She started to turn towards the big man, unsure what to do.

“Stop!” Chen barked, his tone making the teen twitch. “Turn around to face the wall! Good!”

Tina stood in front of the spiked board, her bloated titties quivering in front of the dozens of metal thorns pointing at them.

“Now…” he said, his lopsided, nasty smile returned. “…I want to see you massage your breasts on that panel. You will push them hard against it, you hear? And you will move them all around on that board!”

Tina made a sound that was partly a groan and partly a sob, yet all dismay. She dared to turn around and look at the big man, appealingly. He merely scowled and whispered in dangerous tone.

“Don’t you dare to refuse, cunt. Another five seconds of hesitation and I’ll hang you up by your tits, you understand?” Tina’s eyes widened, not doubting for a second he would do it.

She sobbed miserably as she leaned forward and pushed her tits against the spikes, their tips not sharp enough to break the skin but long and thin enough to indent her breasts everywhere they made contact. It hurt awfully. Tina chest heaved in hopeless anguish as she tried to process the pain, fighting against her instinctive urge to leap back.

Teeth clenched, tears flowing she began moving her bloated tits around the board, rolling her breasts on the spikes, delivering her pain-throbbing titties to the steel thorn poking into them.

She was twisting and fisting her hands constantly as she moved her upper body up and down and from side to side while sobbing and whimpering.

Chen watched for a few minutes, his cock remaining hard while he watched her. Then he casually pushed a button at the side of the panel with the tip of his rubber club.

Instantly, Tina yelped in shock and pain and jumped back. The spikes had given her tits an electric shock. She looked at the big man with quivering lips and begging eyes.

“Who said you were allowed to stop, white slut!” he growled. Tina moaned in outraged misery. She knew she had to do it. If she didn’t he would surely do even worse things to her while having her tied up or strapped down. And in this hell she had found herself in, this was now what Tina dreaded the most: suffering pain while being immobilized.

She gingerly stepped forward again, closing the distance between her tits and the electrified spikes on the board. They touched her and she gave a sharp cry of pain, reflexively pulling back. Oh God that was painful. The shock had been a piercing spark of hurt, lancing through her breasts. Painful, yes, but not quite as terrifyingly painful as the electric shocks her tits had gotten from the metal rod just yesterday. Perhaps she could take it. Perhaps she could endure it to avoid worse things.

She saw the big man shifting impatiently and even starting to move towards her. She closed her eyes and drew back her lips, her clenched teeth shining whitely between them and her nostrils flaring with her rapid breathing. Then she moved forward. As she pressed her ballooned tits against the spikes her quick panting exploded in a cry of pain. The cry became a drawn-out wail of agony as she kept her tits firmly against the spikes electrocuting them. She threw back her head and shook it, her golden hair whipping around her shoulders as she began rolling her breasts on the spikes constantly shocking them. The voltage was in fact lower than during the torture with the metal rod the other day. But it was still way beyond the threshold were electricity started to cause pain. Tina screamed pitifully as she moved her breasts up and down and from side to side over the spikes, each new contact between a spike-tip and her tit-flesh sending a new, piercing electric jolt into her breasts.

Chen watched her agony with sadistic delight, giggling as he watched her tits rolling on the spikes, their tips poking into her taut breasts and jolting them. He leisurely stroked his hard cock as he looked at her trembling, twitching body and her beautiful face twisted in pain. His belly churned with malicious joy caused by the fact that she virtually tortured her tits by herself in the childish, senseless hope that it would spare her further pain.

‘Stupid bitch.’ He chortled inside his mind. Even after all this time, he still was amazed at the things these miserable sluts were willing to do for his amusement, hoping against hope that it would actually change anything.

For Tina it was a monstrous thing to be forced to do. The pain was an endless sequence of split-second sparks of electric pain stabbing into her tits as she pushed and rolled them over the spikes as if her breasts were two pieces of dough. Everything inside her body and mind screamed at her to jump away from the pain. But the will-shattering fear of the big man’s displeasure enabled her to somehow endure this agony. Her breaths came in rapid pants and she was constantly crying out and sobbing and weeping, piteously.

She could not tell how much time had passed as the big man put the club against her throat and pushed her away. She stood there, twitching and quivering, on shaky feet.

Chen looked at her for a few seconds then he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the large bed at the end of the torture chamber. He threw her down on the madras, her head banging painfully against the metal headboard of the bed, her bound arms being squeezed between the madras and her body.

Without wasting a second Chen straddled the teen’s chest, forcing the breath out of her lungs. She groaned loudly as she felt her ribs almost breaking under the weight of the big man. He merely laughed and grabbed her breasts with each of his hand. They felt incredibly hot in his hands. Tina whimpered at his touch as even that was sufficient to send fresh sparks of pain through her bloated titties. Then she yelled in pain as he roughly forced them apart and pushed his hard cock into her cleavage. He sighed in pleasure as he allowed her tits to close around the length of his cock. The torturous firmness of her breasts felt like a hot, fleshy vice around his cock. Sweetly tight, yet far from painful.

He began to move his cock back and forth between her tits. His large cock poked against her jaw as its root and his balls pushed against the underside of her breasts.

“Open your mouth, white slut!” he hissed. Tina obeyed and took the head of his cock into her mouth. The back of her head was leaned against the bed’s headboard, so the angle was favorable for this action. Chen pulled his cock back and moved it forward again. She felt his massive organ gliding back and forth between her pain-throbbing tits and had to take his cock-head into her mouth each time it came at her.

Chen tit-fucked the teen with complete disregard for his weight literally crushing her beneath him and felt the softness of her lips and tongue around his cock-head each time he pushed forward. Her misery seemed to satisfy him for a few moments. Then, his sadistic appetites rekindled, he put both his big hands on her breasts and crushed them together on his cock. Tina whined in pain as Chen hissed with the pleasure of the sweet tightness around his fuck-tool increasing. While keeping the pressure on her tits, he began kneading them, trying to sink his fingers into the taut meat of her breasts. Tina screamed around his cock-head constantly moving in and out of her mouth but dared not to do anything but to endure.

Chen was absolutely fascinated by the incredible, unyielding tightness of her breasts as his hands kneaded them. And he various ways of her whining, whimpering, sobbing and crying only added to the pleasure boiling in his cock and belly as he tit-fucked her.

He felt his balls tighten as he grinded them over her lower chest, his cum building up. He quickened the pace of his cock between her tits and crushed them with even more force.

“Do not spill one drop, whore!” he hissed. Then he groaned as he felt his cock spurting white streams of cum into the girl’s mouth and she eagerly gulped his semen down.

He savored the bliss of sexual release for a few moments as he remained seated on the teen’s chest, his softening cock still crushed between her breasts. Then he got up and stood at the side of the bed for a while, looking down at the girl.

Tina remained like she was. Her cuffed hands pinned down under back, her head resting against the hard headboard. It was painful but she dared not to move and ease her discomfort as she looked up at her tormentor with a pleading, pain-filled look in her eyes.

Chen smiled down at her. He reached for the small table at the side of the bed and picked up a pair of flat-nose pliers. He showed Tina the pliers, clicking the jagged tongs together menacingly.

“Spread your legs, white cunt!” he growled, making the teen-girl’s stomach tighten with fresh apprehension. Her legs quivered as they slowly, reluctantly opened up. Chen sat down on the madras between her wide spread thighs and looked down at Tina’s vulnerable pussy with frightening joy. He clicked the tongs of the pliers a few more times, watching the teen flinch with each clicking sound. Then he lowered them towards their target. Tina’s wide open eyes were glued to the pliers as they descended, moving down towards her pussy. Her fatigued body tensed and she clenched her teeth, trying to brace herself against the terrible crushing pain that was to come.

But instead of taking a grip on her pussy-lips, as she had dreaded, the pliers closed around one, just one of her blonde, tangled pussy-hair. Very gently at first, Chen pulled the pliers back up, pulling the single pussy-hair taut. He slowly increased the pull, stretching the skin around the hair up with it. Tina felt the pull at her pussy-hair increasing steadily, yet with incredible slowness, dragging out the moment when the root would finally be torn out of her skin. With sadistic patience, Chen stretched out the hair and the pain with constantly increasing strength for as long as it could go. Tina gave a small yelp of pain as the hair was finally pulled loose.

Chen smiled at her and Tina bit her lips as the pliers descended and seized another single pussy-hair, slowly pulling it taut. This too, he pulled out with deliberate slowness. Tina winced and yelped again, but the pain was not that bad. At first.

But the pain grew worse, culminating with each pussy-hair that Chen pulled out with carefully measured slowness. By the tenth hair, she began to whine and sob in anticipation of the pain to come. By the twentieth, tears began welling up in her eyes and running down her cheeks.

She began to cry, her chest and bloated tits heaving in gut-wrenching sobs as Chen pulled out one single pussy-hair after the other. Each one he seized with his pliers, he dealt with maddening patience and slowness.

Tina’s vain habit of keeping her pussy-hair in a bit more bushy triangle to show off its natural blondness now sourly backfired on her. The wealth of pussy-hair to plug out seemed endless as well as for Chen as for Tina, who whined and squirmed and cried out in hopeless denial as each hair was pulled tight, stretched then plugged out with sadistic patience, ensuring the maximum of pain for her with each single act.

Tina’s pain-twisted face was wet with tears, her lips trembling and her pleading eyes flashing from Chen’s broad, cruelly smiling face to the endlessly descending pliers in his big hand, plugging out her pussy-hair one by one with excruciating slowness and forcing cries of pain and sobs of misery from the poor teen.

About half and hour went by like this, although for Tina it felt considerably longer, until Chen finally stopped. By that time, the poor girl’s pussy was a fiery, throbbing mass of pain.

Looking down at her crotch, Tina was disheartened by the fact that her pussy did not look any different at all. The pain and length of the ordeal made her feel as if he had ripped out all of her pussy hair. But Chen had only plugged out some fifty or sixty hairs, perhaps a tenth of her neat, blond bush, so there were plenty left for his future amusement.

Chen climbed fully onto the bed and put the cock-head of his shaft against her dry slit. The pain he had dealt out on her had brought his cock back to full erection and he began to push brutally against the entrance of her pussy.

Tina mewled and groaned as his huge, hard, yellow shaft wormed its way into her cunt. She also groaned because of Chen’s huge belly coming to rest on her taut stomach. Placing his huge hands on either side of her head he had no qualms about letting the girl beneath him carry most of his tremendous weight.

Tina felt utterly crushed under his huge body and groaned with the effort of enduring his weight and managing to breath at the same time. She then sobbed piteously, as his all too huge cock moved high up inside her, spearing her pussy mercilessly and forcing her cunt-tube to extend painfully around his monstrous fuck-tool. His cock-head pushed against her cervix as he buried his entire length inside her.

“Slut!” he growled with pleasure, looking down into her hopelessly pleading eyes through his own narrowly slit eyes radiant with cruelty.

He then pulled back and rammed his cock into her with all his might. Tina screamed out in pain as his cock punched into her pussy with the size and hardness of a baseball-bat and the force of a locomotive’s piston. His cock-head indented her cervix with unbelievable force and made her insides twist and roll.

She panted rapidly as her body struggled to cope with the hugeness of Chen’s yellow fuck-tool deeply buried inside it as well as with the brutality of its invasion.

“Whore!” Chen hissed and repeated the act; quickly pulling back his cock and ramming it back in with all his strength and no restrain whatsoever. Tina cried out in unbelieving agony as his cock bulged out her cunt-tube and punched against her cervix with all the force and speed the huge, heavy body atop her could muster.

“Cunt!” Chen growled and rammed his cock with all his might into her tender depths, making her shriek in pain with the impact and groan with the turmoil in her belly.

He then began to fuck her in earnest. His abnormally huge, yellow cock torturing her cunt with fast, mighty thrusts, literally gut-punching her from inside without any restrain.

Each thrust forced a cry of pain or a wail of agony from the poor teen. She was helplessly pinned down underneath the massive bulk of the big man. His fat belly encompassed her firm stomach. His huge balls slapped against her ass-cheeks as his enormous cock punished her.

Each thrust of his shaft made her spread legs tremble on the madras. Her tied tits jiggled under his barrage despite their torturous firmness. And her head banged against the headpiece of the bed again, and again, and again. The pain was unendurable. His cock was nothing but a fleshy torture-tool, stretching her pussy-opening, straining her cunt-lips and distorting her fuck-tube and womb with its colossal attacks. She wailed and screamed between the guttural groans the brutal rutting forced from her. She desperately tried to get out intelligible pleas for him to stop, to please, please stop or at least to lessen the force of his fucking. But all that came clearly over her lips were the groans and screams and sobs as his massive cock speared her.

Chen, himself, groaned with the effort of punishing the girl with his cock, as well as with the pleasure of it. Her young cunt was incredibly tight around his massive fuck-rod. He loved the feel of it. He loved the sensation of forcing small cunt’s open with his majestic cock, forcing and pushing his way inside. He loved the fact that his size alone caused her pain. And he put all his strength behind his massive thrusts into her tiny cunt to make it as painful as possible for her.

“White slut!” he spat and ceased his brutal fucking, his cock deeply buried inside her belly.

“Now we get to see, what that little white cunt of yours can really take.”

Tina looked up at him through bleary eyes, teeth clenched, panting.

“DON’T WE?!” Chen yelled, pulling his cock back and ramming it back in even harder than ever before.

Tina shrieked in pain, her cry of agony transforming into a stuttering wail of hopeless agony.

Chen resumed his insane rutting into her. Each thrust tearing a scream of pain from her. His big hands seized her throat just above the heavy collar as he felt his balls swell and the cum building up inside them. Tina’s cries of pain were cut off along with her supply of oxygen. She gagged and frantically struggled against the gigantic weight of his body pinning her down. But it was hopeless. Her chest heaved and her lungs began screaming for air. And all the time his gargantuan cock kept ramming into her pussy with relentless force.

Chen saw Tina’s face suffusing and her eyes began rolling up inside their sockets as her pussy clutched at his pistoning cock, frantically. He hissed in pleasure as he felt his cum shooting up inside his cock and spurting out through his piss-slit. Stream after stream of hot, white sperm shot up inside Tina’s throbbing pussy, coating her cervix.

It was the last thing she felt, before the lack of air made her pass out.