Page 13 of Kristoff

“No!” I can’t get a good enough grip on the bed or gather enough strength to push him off me. Like a wild animal, I shove and kick and fight him. This isn’t going to happen. I won’t let it.

“You wanted this. Remember that. You asked me for it.” His tongue runs along the shell of my ear, his words penetrating deeply. He’s too big, I can’t move him. Doesn’t stop me from squirming though.

His hand runs along my sex, running around my clit. The stimulation is there, but my mind rejects it. “No!” I scream again and increase my struggles.

“Spit for me again, Magdalena. You did so good the first time.” His angry growl penetrates me. His hand appears before me, his palm waiting for me to spit in it. “This is the only lubricant you’re getting so make it good.” He shoves my head again as if to remind me of his strength. I can barely breathe with him crushing me like his.

“Please. No.” I suck in a breath when he lets up the pressure on my back, but it’s short-lived. “Don’t.”

“Spit or suffer more. Your choice.” He nudges my chin with the edge of his hand.

Thoughts spin through my mind. If I spit, I’m condoning this, I’m giving him permission. If I don’t, I’m going to make it harder, he’ll hurt me. This is what the lesson is all about, right? Giving into it, and accepting my fate?

He growls, “Upryamaya devushka,”stubborn girl.He shoves me again and forces his hand into my mouth. Fingers encroach too far back, and I gag. Pushing his hand away doesn’t work, he’s not going to give up until he’s ready.

His hand disappears, and his buckle is undone, his zipper rips down and he’s muttering to himself behind me. I can’t understand him, he’s talking too low, too fast.

“Kristoff, no!” I push up again, but he just smashes me back down. If I struggle more, he’ll rip my hair out. Switching gears, I rear my ass back at him, then start to kick my legs out.

But he doesn’t care. Compared to him, I’m a rag doll.

The tip of his cock penetrates me, and I scream. A long, throat splitting scream as he slowly slips into my body. Too big, I’m too small. I scramble again on the bed, needing to get away, to get him out of me.

He tightens his hold on my hair and has my hip in his other hand, his nails digging into my ass.

“Stop!” I scream, but he retracts only enough to push back in again. The pain blinds me, and I cry out more. Swinging my hands behind me, I only make contact briefly with his arm, or was it his chest. I can’t see, and I can only focus on the burn of his cock stretching me from within.

“No!” I yell again.

He’s not saying anything. He’s not even responding to my struggles. His cock continues to thrust into me over and over again and I cry. Tears pour down my cheeks, soaking the bed beneath me.

“Get off me!” I burst into a new battle cry and flail beneath him, but my strength is getting less as he continues to pump himself into me. If I was facing him, I could claw at his face, but he’s behind me. Fucking me like a dog, my face pushed down and my ass high up for him.

“Fuck.” I hear him, and he releases my hair to hold my hips with both hands.

Bucking up, I try to get away, but he shoves a finger, maybe it’s his thumb, into my ass and I scream again. My throat is on fire, but I keep screaming for him to stop. He’s turned a deaf ear to me.

“Keep fighting me, and this will be the hole I fuck next.” He wiggles his finger inside my asshole. It’s not very deep, just barely penetrating me, but it’s enough to send a new tremor of fear through me.

“Stop. Please,” I beg, but it’s too late. He’s already fucking me. He’s already inside and taking what he thinks is his.

He’s grunting with each thrust. My hips are going to bruise from the force that he’s holding me. Pushing up doesn’t work anymore, my arms are jellified.

My screams fade to sobs, and I’m left crying into the mattress having lost all that bravado I had when I spit in his face. Only moments ago, but it feels so far away.

The fight hasn’t left me, not even with the looming threat of his finger. I can’t just let this happen. There’s more to me than this.

I kick my legs back and try to throw my weight to the left. A sad attempt to throw him off me, and it fails miserably.

“Damn you,” he says softly. He pulls my ass cheeks apart, wide, so wide it feels like my skin will tear. “Stubborn, so fucking stubborn.” His words are accusing. Like what he’s doing is my fault. Like I brought this on myself.

Maybe I can get to his face if I turn my torso again. But my thought of attack is frozen in my mind when his cock pulls out of my cunt and rips past my anal ring.

He’s in my ass.

Shock takes over first, then the burn, the pain.

I scream, louder than before. All sense of fight recedes as my mind can only concentrate on the blinding pain in my ass. He’s not gentle. Not relenting. He’s a man on a mission. To make me submit to his punishment.

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