Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Descent - Part 3 (mf nc anal) by Foxbat It was not every day that Little Willie found a fresh one. Most of the whores he ran were bought from competitors, or were already broken in when he got his hands on them. Every once and a while, though, he was lucky enough to have a fresh one drop into his possession. Little Willie realized what a busy man he had become as he examined the small screen of his palm pilot. Being a pimp would be easy and fun, he had thought back in highschool, when the choice between spending the next years of his life with his head between the pages of a book and the legs of a girl had seemed a fairly clear cut decision. The new one's break in party would have to wait until Friday, he finally decided. There just wasn't much room in his schedule for anything sooner. Guess he'd have to find something to occupy her in the meantime. *** Katie lay on the bed, sipping cold soup out of a bowl which had been left in front of her by Little Willie an hour earlier. After leaving her, he had returned, and, before the shock of her situation had fully worn off, chained her down to the bed she had been lying on. She was now forced to lie on her belly, but, curiously enough, he had chained her so that her feet were against the tall headboard, legs spead open, and her face hung near the other end of the bed, where the footboard had long since been lost or destroyed. The significance of this had not yet occurred to her. She took another sip of the soup, a testament to exactly how hungry she was, wishing something would happen, since anything was better than this waiting. The shock was starting to wear off, and she was considering her chances of escape. It wouldn't be hard to find a cop, once she was in a position to get away from that cruel bastard who'd chained her up this way. Once she found a policeman, they would bust this ring and she could go back to the life she had previously known and get on with her life, leaving this nightmare as just that - a bad dream. This pleasant revery was interrupted when the door was flung open, and Little Willie strode back in. *** "Better finish up that soup," Willie said, as he unbuckled his belt, and lowered his pants. Katie, who had braced herself for his reappearence, let loose a string of invective and threats indicating that he should let her go immediately, or face the consequences. Apparently looking forward to the consequences of her continued capitivity, Little Willie finished undressing himself, and, after removing the bowl of soup from the bed, used his old boxer shorts to plug up the expletives which had continued to fly from Katie's mouth. A quick strip of duct tape held it it place. Willie then proceeded to climb on the bed. *** Katie realized at that point what was about to happen, and started bouncing around on the bed to the extent that her bondage would allow, trying every which way to make herself a hard target. Willie simply reached out, and despite her dodging rather simply grabbed a handful of her pubic hair, dragging her pelvis down rather painfully to the bed level, and effectively overcoming her resistance. Reaching into the nightstand, he produced a bottle of lubricant, which he passed once in front of her face for her inspection. *** "You better enjoy this, bitch, because this is a comfort which you ain't going to get again any time soon." He poured a fair amount between her tightly clenched buttocks, allowing it run down her crack, and onto her slit, covered as it was by bushy public hair. Oh well, he thought, that wouldn't be around much longer. Without relinquishing his grasp of her crotch, he ran his rapidly hardening dick up and down against her resisting ass. He'd never met one who didn't want to learn the hard way, he thought, as he could feel her willing all her orifices to seal shut, as if the sheer force of her will could render her impenetrable. Unfortunately for her, it was not so. Moving his hand from her short and curlies to the small of her back, Little Willie used the other hand to work the lube around. He let his fingers roam, idly squeezing and spreading her labia, before making a foray deeper. She was doing her best to clamp her cunt against his roaming fingers, but in vain. Pushing up into her sacred love tunnel with his thumb, he continued to manipulate her roughly, as she moaned in humiliation into the makeshift gag. When Little Willie thought she was good and ready, he mounted her, guiding his penis into her still resisting cunt, slowly. He could feel it giving way slowly, as he forced his way deeper, now using his weight to hold her down, freeing his hand to fondle her still sore breasts, and occaisionally run a finger covered in her juices across her face. *** After the intense and burning humiliation of being played with like a video game, Katie didn't try to resist when she first felt his cock at her gates. That, however, changed as he began the onslaught upwards. Even though Little Willie was aptly named, she was still sore from her earlier adventures, and another good romp was the last thing she was wanting. His relentlessly advancing dick felt like a tunnel-boring operation as it worked its way up her insides, until, unlike the pain and burning, his progress ceased and his hips rested against hers. He kept running his fingers with the sordid mixture of artificial lube and her body's natural albeit unwilled attempts to ease the progress across her face, leaving the horrible stench of their mating in her nostrils. She let out her breath, which she realized she had been holding, as she felt him shift his hands from her ass and abused tits to her shoulders, as he sagged against her, savoring the glove-like feel of her cunt wrapped around his tool. *** This was definitely going to be an above-average fuck, Little Willie thought, savoring the feel of her unbroken cunt. You didn't get a ride like this every day. "Hold on, honey, this is going to be the fuck of your young life," he muttered as he shifted his hands again, this time up to the hair on either side of head, wrappings his hands in her blond curls to get a good grip. Proper grip was important, he remembered from learning to drive a motorcycle. It was essential for a good ride. *** And a ride it was. Little Willie eased himself almost out of her, and then slammed home, yanking up viciously on her head as he did so, causing her to rise off the bed on her hands to ease the pressure on her head and neck. Little Willie slammed it home just as fast, and started hammering in and out of her like a piston, retaining his grip on her hair the while time, using it to leverage extra force into his thursts. Katie gasped at the sudden assault, trying her best to raise everything off the bed to soften the attack, but to very little effect. Little Willie was riding her the way a jocky rides his horse, yanking on her hair in time with his thrusts, as if pounding her hard and fast enough would move them off the bed. For her part, Katie was heaving under him, trying her best to move with him and continue breathing through her nose with the exertion. The pounding in her cunt was beginning to wake a small voice in the back of her head, which was whispering softly that maybe things weren't so bad after all. The friction and slapping of Little Willie's pelvis was beginning to make certain places feel warm and fuzzy, and Katie struggled to breath against the duct tape sealing her mouth and now also muffling her quiet moans. It wasn't exactly pleasure and enjoyment, but the thought of nailed by some little pimp while chained to a bed was so foreign that the voice was a welcome addition to the way things were going. *** Little Willie could feel her body beginning to react - his double-handed grip on her hair required more effort as her hips began to buck back against him instead of trying to evade him by moving away. It was almost time, he could tell, so he increased the pace, banging her like a piston in a high performance racing engine blasts in and out of its receptacle. *** The warmth in Katie continued to grow, building until she felt on the edge of a huge and mysterious revelation. In answer to the big O question, she had always assumed that she had had orgasms every time she and her boyfriend had made love. Now, those little twinges of enjoyment felt somehow less, and the unsettling idea that maybe there was something more to all this was blasting into her mind almost as fast as the pimp's prong was blasting into her cunt. *** Willie felt his ride tense up, and he knew it was time. Letting go with one hand, he simultaneous withdrew, leaving her trembling on the edger of her first major orgasm. Still holding her head back with the one hand, he reached back under her between her legs, and inserted his middle and index fingers up into her cunt, pressing his thumb against her clit. Half a second later, he rammed her up the ass. *** It was like nothing she'd ever felt before - her mind exploded into a million little fragments of light as the pain and pleasure blended into one amazing sensation emanating from her crotch. Her pelvis took on a mind of its own, knocking back and forth between the thumb on her clit and the fantastic burning expanded feeling her ass, as the fingers in her cunt were crushed by orgasmic spasms. She was a wild woman, centered on nothing other than sexual gratification, not caring that she was being reamed up the ass, or that some lowlife's greasy and unclean fingers were stuck in her cunt, the seat of her womanhood. All that mattered was that nothing stop, and that the vortex her mind had fallen into keep sucking her in further. *** Little Willie was prepared for a wild reaction but this was nothing like what he was expecting. This girl must be a wildcat inside, he thought, as it was all he could do to hold on to the wild bucking animal in heat under him. The gag he had put on her did absolutely nothing to lower the volume of the noises she was making, and he felt like he was going to lose the fingers he'd stuffed up her twat, or his dick, for that matter, which was still seated deep in her ass despite her seeming efforts to squeeze it off. He knew that he couldn't take much more, and held on for dear life, as he cummed violently into her ass. *** Katie felt a mellow warmth spreading through the explosion of her ongoing supernova of an orgasm. It was like settling back to earth slowly after the joyride of her life, she felt. The warmth felt so nice, as did the little aftershocks of pleasure which shot through her, causing her to twitch in appreciation. Suddenly, though, part of the equation of absolute pleasure vanished, followed by another and a third a second later. Still in the possession of the intense mellowness and satisfaction, she felt an acute sense of absense, which was interrupted by sharp pain against her face. *** Little Willlie ripped the tape off her face, leaving her to choke and gag against his old boxers, as he wiped off the dick and fingers he had just extricated from her cunt and ass in her hair and across her face. It had been one of the best fucks of his life, on a level with the first girl hooker he'd ever run. He'd never admit it to her though, he thought as he picked his close up off the floor. "Not bad, honey, not bad" *** The rich aroma of her natural juices combined with the stench of ass filled her nose, as her eyes jerked open. She saw Little Willie picking up his stuff, and the realization of what had just happened dawned on her fully. She tried to swallow back tears, but only choked on his old underwear until she could cough them out of her mouth. Sobs wracked her sore body, cries for help intermingled with black self-pity. She, a good girl, she, a nice girl headed for a nice marriage to a nice boy and a nice life, she was just chained to a bed and raped for what felt like hours. Her dignity had been overridden, her body abused, her anal passage rudely violated in a way that made her shudder to recall. Finding the muscular strength to close her still gaping holes, she cried for her pussy and her ass, for this rape and the others that would come, but mostly because she had the most intense and earth shattering feeling of raw pleasure from this, and that meant she must have liked it. Post Story Ruminations: Output may well suffer as I have a busy few weeks ahead. The summer is over, and, gods willing, I might find somone capable of banishing the torture and darkness from which these stories arise. Until then, though.... On a lighter note, I'm considering thowing up an FTP site for the stories I write. As always, feedback and comments (even a word letting me know you enjoyed it) make my day. -Foxbat