Amelia Watson found herself in a pinch. All four limbs bound by God knows what and her head entombed by a black sack of some sort. They didn't even let her brush her teeth, so it reeked of morning breath. It was not her first kidnapping either. It's a good thing anyways, she thought, usually the baddies kidnap her and bring her to the boss, where she gets enough information to condemn, and then she squeezes herself out of there Scott free like Houdini.

Amelia smugly kept quiet. She has been investigating these goons for a while. It started with some rumors of a drug trade involving substances that are too advanced for the century. 45th millenium cocaine essentially. Cheap. She can't have that on the timeline where she lives.

Through some convoluted series of events, she uncovered an interdimensional black market that just kept growing. So she did what any concerned citizen would do, and try to slow down the expansion of the black market. As planned, the bad guys took note of her, and through carefully curated evidence, they believe she is working for someone, and then she has access to the innards of the market. The rest is elementary. All she needs to do is wait. And maybe mentally prepare herself for torture. Maybe.

For what felt like millennia, the sack went off her face… She was in a steakhouse. Ornately decorated. Art Deco. A calm jazz symphony plays in the background. The Andromeda Galaxy hovers through the window. Her limbs were tied to the chair she sat on. In front of her, a big burly man two heads taller than her enjoyed a steak cut from an elephant. He wore a simple white and velvet suit. A ring on every finger.

“Amelia Watson! Its a pleasure to meet you,” The burly man said, smiling to reveal gilded teeth, “Big fan of your work.”“So you are Don Anonimo, huh?” Amelia growled, “Didn't expect to meet the big boss.”

“Ha! You think too highly of yourself! Now, this little riff raff of yours,” Don said as he sliced the steak, “It was fun, but it's gone on too far long enough.”

“Bribing me?” Ame said.

“No! Hell no! What kind of businessman would leave someone of your caliber to fuss around their establishment?” He engulfed a slice and swallowed, “You are here to be my wife.”

“What?” Amelia said.“You better be grateful, I know how much you love your timeline, I’ll be pulling out my markets there.” The Don lied, as he savored the look of shock on Ame’s face. Almost salivating. She looks perfect, no matter the expression, he thought.

Amelia didn't say anything. Wife. Her vision tilts at a dutch angle. No matter, she can wriggle herself out of whatever he throws at her. This would take a long while and a long explanation to her friends back at home.

“Too fast, bet nobody loves your ugly mug,” Ame said, “At least invite me to a date first.”

Don chuckled, “Isn’t this already a date?”

“It's not. Last time I checked, I needed to consent to it,” Amelia said, “and I had to be interested in the suitor.”

“Well, you investigated me and my benefactors. That's interest enough.” The Don said. It was the first time he saw the infamous detective up close. He marvelled at how the light hits her head just right. Her hair glowed gold, and her eyes shined like the sea on a cloudless day. She had a face one couldn't help to pinch her cheeks. Her sneer intensified that.

“You must be hungry, honey,” Don said as he cut a small bit of meat from his mammoth sized steak, and reached it towards Amelia with a fork, “Now open wide.”Amelia turned away, as the hot chunk of medium rare meat prods at her face. Don reached into his breast pocket and brought out a remote. With a press of a button, Amelia’s head snapped towards him. With another press, her jaw slacked open. “Now that's a good girl,” He said as he inserted it inside her. It was too salty for her and she nearly gagged on it. At least she knows how to get out of this mess. “Now chew,” He said, and she did.

After a intensely slow and uneventful dinner. When Don finished his dinner, he hoisted Amelia up on his shoulders. Arms and legs still bound. The steakhouse was part of a larger hotel, and the staff treated her like she was luggage. But Don insisted that he carried her. After a long elevator ride and a long walk across labyrinthian hallways, they were, as Amelia presumes, the room Don reserved. A penthouse suite. It had a domed glass ceiling, and a king sized heard shaped bed.

“Not bad for a honeymoon, right?” The Don placed her down on her feet right in front of him. Amelia tried to move but her limbs were locked shut. He felt a smidge of frustration as Amelia was too busy scanning the room instead of looking at him.

“Do you really love me?” Ame said, “Feels more like you want to rape me.”

Ame hoped to make him angry, she only has her tongue to get herself out of here. She’ll try to improvise her way out of getting that remote. However, Don ignored her.

“Your friends, you call yourselves Myths, no?” Don said, he smiled as he got Amelia’s full attention.

“Why are you talking about them?” She growled.

“Your timeline is filled with problematic elements. If we try to expand further, they would be an issue,” Don explained, “They would make good gifts to my partners.”“Go fuck yourself, I know you are lying.” Amelia said.

“Oh sure, but you know that I could do that. All I need is a phone call, and your little Gura would be sold to my friends,” Don stooped down to Amelia’s level and whispered into her ears, “They would love an immortal pet to pass around, especially one that looks like a child.”

Amelia growled at the suggestion, but the Don savored how stunning her glare was.

“But, Lets play a game. If you could make it through out honeymoon without fainting and with sound mind for twelve hours, I will let them go,” He said. With two fingers, he craned her head towards him, “You would go home, and I wouldnt touch your precious timeline.”

“You probably rigged it,” Amelia said, “Why should I listen to you?”

“You have no other option,” He grinned, “I dont need to rig anything. Everything is just where I want it to be.”

Amelia growled, she has to play along for now. She gripped her skirt with a fistful, gritted her teeth and said, “When do we start?”

The Don smiled, “Right about…” he reached for his remote and pressed something, “Now.”

With a single press, Amelia fell down and caught by Don, one of his massive hands cupping her chest and the other on her hip. She’d normally push him off, but she can’t move her hands, she can’t move her legs either. Her limbs were on the floor.

“What did you do to me?!” Amelia yelled, squirming to get his hands off.

“You agreed to this, sunshine.” Don grinned, Amelia’s change from smug to panicked was a welcome change of attitude. He took a long whiff behind her nape. Sour. She smelled of long nights in an office with no air conditioning, marinating in the oils her body produces. Don heard that she sleeps in her office and stays there when cases need her fullest attention. She gave that attention to him. Such thoughts electrified him, sending fire to his loins.

Amelia calmed herself down from the shock of losing her limbs. It was a bloodless removal. Somehow she could feel the carpet through her limbs. But she could still move her torso. The remote is of utmost importance now, and she has to get it as soon as possible if she wants to get out of here.

Don groped Amelia as he walked to the bed. He sat down and placed Amelia on his thigh like how ventriloquists do. Tucked her tight using the arm she was leaning on. Looking at her like this, Don was surprised at how small she was. Well, it was a fact that she was short, even for her own timeline. Amelia on the other hand, was dizzy on the cologne he placed on his suit. She blushed. Being treated like a damn kid on Santa’s lap, unbelievable. Don promptly removed her coat, but he took his time with her shirt. He savoured every moment he unbuttoned. It was too tight for her, and her massive tits were begging for some sort of release. She shivered from the flesh of her abdomen being exposed bare. It was colder than she thought. She was wearing a sports bra not tight enough to hide her size. Don was put into a trance watching her tits go up and down with her breathing.

He reached into her bra and pulled it up. Her tits bounced down, glistening from the sweat from many days encased. Don was amazed, but held himself back from motorboating her and baptizing her breasts with his saliva. The rest of the gift needed to be unwrapped.

Amelia’s vision was shaking. It was getting hard to breathe steadily. Even if it's the only way forward, she was still shaking. He was taking his goddamn time. She never had sex before, she was too busy for it. Now a guy with too much money for his good is here forcing it upon her. She talked to rape victims before, she knows how shaken they are. With her chest cold and her skirt unbuttoned and painfully slowly removed from her, it just felt wrong. This was far more distressing than she thought it would.

He tossed away her skirt, and Amelia sat on his lap clad only in her panties. The most important part of the unwrapping is here. The Don leaned her against a bunch of pillows on the bed, hand wrapped around her throat to keep her from moving. A yelp escaped her mouth. His fingers tucked under the hem of her panties and yanked it out.

Amelia wanted to cover her face. She never showed anyone her bare crotch before. She can’t look away either, and she does not know if she is frozen by panic or the remote is messing with her. She hated the look on Don’s face. He smiled at her the same way one smiles at a pet. His face told her ‘look at how adorable you are!’. She is not a goddamned pet, she thought, she hopes this fucker likes prison food.

Her pussy, of course, was unhygienic. Her blonde pubes look brown. A bit of the held up humidity faintly hit Don’s face. It had a much more pungent smell on a sweet-ish sour note. However despite all that, it looked divine. A perfect simon-pure pink slit.

He positioned her neatly lying down with her ass up on his lap. She felt his cock rock hard, held tightly by his slacks on her abdomen. It was girthy. The feeling was intensified noting that she was held face down into the mattress, suffocating her with silk.

“How about a warm up, dearie?” He said as he groped her ass, roughly massaging it. He enjoyed how it looked as if his hands were sinking in, “I know how much you love your friends, Amelia.”“Go fuck yourself,” she muffled though the sheets.

He ignored her as his middle and ring finger traced on her lower mouth, lightly prodding on it. Amelia never really masturbated. So the feeling was completely novel for her. She held her breath so as to not moan. Tiny little sparks of pleasure from her lower regions make her hips jolt ever so slightly. She stood her ground. That was until he shoved in the two fingers inside of her. Like an old friend, he hit her G-spot nearly immediately. Rubbing it. Traced along the letters of his name so that she cant forget who owns her. Each movement seared itself in her mind. She let out a small moan. “It's too soon to cum, sunshine.” He said as he picked up the pace. Rubbing it so hard she would have rashes on it afterwards, “This is foreplay after all.”

Amelia wanted to cry. As much as it felt good, it felt kind of painful. It melted together, pain and pleasure. She can’t tell the difference. But she held her tears and bit down on the mattress. She waits for an opening.

Just as she was about to cum, he stopped. She was relieved. She thinks that she masked her pleasure well enough for him to give up. However, it was a trick Don learned by a couple of slavers. One would give them a challenge of not orgasming, you finger them and stop before they cum. This would give them some sort of hope that they could handle what comes next. All that would be shattered as soon as you penetrated them. The look on their faces was priceless.

He lifted her up and put her on her back. Her cheeks were rosy pink and her eyes teary. Don didn't expect it to be that effective. She still glared at him with tired eyes. It wouldn't be as threatening if she wasn’t panting like a dog.

“About to give up?” He said, “You leaked a lot on my pants, you know.”

“Shut up,” Amelia panted, “Fuck you.”

“Do you remember that your friends are relying on you?” He said.

“Get it over with, prickdick.” Amelia said, forming an uneasy smirk on her face, “barely felt anything.”

“Whatever you say, hon,” He said as he promptly unclothed himself. He had the type of body that had too much fat and too much muscle. The belly of an alcoholic and the limbs of a mixed martial artist. What's most notable is what flopped on Amelia’s abdomen.

A glorious cock that reached the area around her sternum thicker than her wrist. Pheromones swept to her nose as it pulsates precum out. Veins beefy enough to feel his heartbeat softly reverberate through her chest. Don loved how her shallow breaths carried his manhood up and down, while Amelia can’t help but stare at his cockhead. Its hole looking at her like a lizard’s slitted eyes.

The smell of sweat, her sweat covers the room, Don knows that she is somewhat scared, and Amelia knows that she shouldn't show that. He thought it was amusing as her face had trouble configuring what expression she should wear. As if, knowing its place, Amelia could feel herself getting wet. Fluids trickling down from her pussy down her ass cheeks and whatever's left of her thighs. An unusual heat bellows in her nether regions and the tips of her ears as vertigo sets in and tilts her sight a few degrees enough to make her nauseous.

“I-I bet that's… Artificially modified, huh?” Amelia said, squeaking a hiccup at the end, “Needed to compensate?”

“It's average size, where I'm from. You are just tiny,” He said, positioning himself for penetration. Sliding his tip up and down her quivering pussy. He savored how it tickled. Amelia however, felt like there were needles in her spine. Centipedes crawling up and down her stomach.

Without warning he shoved the cockhead in. The shock instantly sent lighting from Amelia’s crotch from her head, it made her violently squirt out piss. She rocked her head back, as far back as the bed allowed and gritted her teeth. Piss ricochets of don’s chest and showers her entire body with it. Some piss droplets hit her tongue. Her urethra hurts.

“You are too young to have incontinence, hon,”He chuckled to himself. Didn't think it would be that effective, “We might have to check that out.”

“Shut up!” Amelia said with her voice cracking. “Well you are still conscious, so you are still kind of winning,” He said, “On with the show.”“Wai-” Amelia was interrupted by the slow agonizing breach into her canals. Flesh tends to hurt when stretched. She had difficulty catching her moans as her eyes quiver and blur. Don tilted her head to look down to see an obscene bulge crept up her body. Her body fresh from cumming had her pleasure nerves still sensitive, so each millimeter stretched brands itself in her head. Sparks of pleasure rush to her brain alongside the pain, and she doesn’t know how to process it. It was hot. Too hot.

The Don was in heaven. Insertion nearly made him cum the same way he made Amelia cum. Catching her was a worthwhile investment. Now he enjoys the fruits of his labour just as one enjoys a book to its fullest. Slowly and observantly. He loves how her flesh bunches up a little as he pushes through her, her divine tightness squeezing him. Her mouth agape spouting moans that oftentimes sound like choking goes through his ears the same way a symphony does. Her sweat combined with her piss fills his nose and makes his heart flutter with excitement. How an usually obscene smell suddenly rivals the best flowers and perfumes in the world because of whom it came from. She was warm. Comfortably warm.

Amelia had difficulty staying conscious. She thought of her friends back home. They must be worried sick. She took a few months sleeping in her office for this case. All that time cooped up with her yarn, pins, pictures and cork boards. At times she would sit still for so long, Ina would have completed a painting of her just thinking. Gura would just lounge around until she was bored, Calli assisted her with some murders, Kiara delivered chicken. They were probably looking for her back home.

The tip of the cock now reached the cervix, lightly kissing it. The stimulation lessened for Amelia, her body slowly getting used to the size as she gasped for air. Don adjusted her body, leaning on the headboard of the bed. A pang of pain hit her as gravity held her down, but faded when he held her up. The remote was on the floor where he dumped his clothes near the leg of the bed. Her mind filled itself with plans as to how to get it.

Hands on her waist, he quickly unsheathes himself until the tip and then smashes it back inside, whole length. Essentially punching her womb. It shook her innards like a wrathful battering ram and knocked the wind out of her lungs. A flash of white envelopes her vision, as tears are forced out of it. All her plans for escape emptied. And it all went to black.

The Don was half disappointed, and half satisfied. He thought that the great Amelia Watson would last longer than that. Now she sits there, limp, slack jaw, eyes rolled back, and drooling like a moron. On the other hand, a sense of pride. He did that! Fucked her brains out with only two slow thrusts! But it wasn't enough. His cock was still pent up. So filled with, as he likes to call it, love. Hot and creamy love.

He scooted over to one of the little tables always beside the bed in hotels. He opened a drawer and took something that looked like a tazer. It was something they used to jolt unconscious people awake. He placed the little pincers right on the area where the heart was. He electrified her. She jolted awake with a gasp. Her little nubs for limbs spasmed as if to make her stand up.

“You fell asleep,” he said.

“That was because your dick didn't do shit,” A frazzled Amelia said.

“You know the punishment for that,” he said.

“What? More empty threats?” She spat out.

“I told you, I don't need to lie about anything,” he said, hands reaching over to the open drawer and bringing up his phone. He dialed in a number, and held it using his shoulder and head. Using his two free hands, he continued his assault on Amelia. Taking his time, pistoning in and out at a steady rhythm. Amelia, got kind of used to it. But it still fried her nerves. She moaned through gritted teeth, pressing her head on the cushoned headboard and hoped that she could somehow crush her skull through it.

Don liked how slick her cunt became. When he looks down he could so thick ropes of her lovejuice that connect with his crotch thin out whenever her shoves it out. Her hot breath hits his bare chest, glistening it with its vapors. It was a shame she doesnt open her eyes.

The caller on the other end responded.

“Hello!” He greeted the caller, “Well, I have a task for you.”

Amelia opened her eyes, he was delighted to see that.

“Whuh?” She murmured.

“Still in timeline 1337? Good!”

Amelia was alerted. A feeling of dread crept in her spine. A feeling that remained despite being violated.

“Listen, you know the blonde you captured a while ago? Yeah. Her. There is a little girl 4 ft in height living in her house. Capture her.” He said, adjusting one of his hands to go atop her womb and pressed it.

“Wait wha- ha?!” Ame squealed from the pressure on her womb.

“When you capture her, restrain her in one of those black boxes. Tape a hacksaw and a taser on the side. Place a beat little bow on top.” He adjusted his other hand to jam his thumb into her mouth, of course, she bit down. Groaning as she pressed down.

“Deliver it to Sultan Kha’ni Rheypizd. Not now of course. I'll have to leave you at standby at the moment. There might be more requests. Just send me a confirmation photo of the target, okay? See you.” He hung up, and his phone dinged a notification. His kidnapper took an image of Gura. Passed out and gagged. He was pleased by the professionalism of his kidnapping team.

“Look Amelia, That was quick,” He said as he showed Amelia the image, she groaned and writhed in protest, “You know, you could still save her.”

With a thumb in her mouth, she slurred over all the venomous words she wanted to say. She wanted to tell Don Anonimo to go rot in hell, and she wanted to tell herself that she was stupid for ever thinking that he was somehow bluffing. She tried to remember the last time she talked to Gura. It was an argument. Gura wanted her to take breaks.

With business settled down, he got rougher. Hands repositioned and clamped around her waist. The pressure exerted by his fingers felt as if they were going to pierce through her, with his nails pressing sharply into her. His face nuzzled between her neck and shoulders, and his hips lifted up in order to leave space for thrusting. Amelia smelt cheap cologne and felt stubble prick her skin. Each thrust tickles her further into an orgasm. She chews on the flesh of her cheek to stay awake. ‘It does not feel good,’ she told herself over and over like a mantra, ‘It’ll be over before you know it’.

Her train of thought halted when Don decided to bite the flesh he nuzzled into. He mused to himself that if her flesh tastes good with its salty sweat, it must taste good on the inside as well. It stung for Amelia, but it's much more welcoming than the cock in her baby baker. For whatever reason, the large battering ram felt good banging against her. Uncomfortably good.

It violently scraped itself on all her weak points. Her body was unfortunately used to the pain of being stretched, so the only pain here was when he sent it crashing on her womb and that already is turning pleasurable. The shockwaves reverberated through her whole birth canal, even her battered weak parts. The mantra she recited in her head began to lose its volume to a static noise that surrenders her to pleasure. Her eyes grew heavy.

What was once a collection of moans became a battle cry. Don was surprised to hear her shriek that loud. She doesn’t want to lose. He doesn’t want to either. He was close to cumming and he knew she was as well. His hands let go of Amelia and lifted himself up whilst pining her shoulders. His thrusts sped up.

‘I will not lose!’ Amelia repeated in her head as loud as possible. Her nerves were working overtime, yelling in her mind that it felt good being rammed by a pound of flesh too big to be called a dick. She bared her teeth and gritted it. With every muscle and every ounce of will she held back her orgasm.

‘I will not lose!’ she repeated once more. Her shallow breaths bring less oxygen in her head, nausea hits her as her world spins. Don gritted his teeth as well, as long as she cums later than he does, she has a fighting chance. She held back, but the more she tried, the more her body wanted to release. Similar to holding in a full bladder.

Tears dripped slowly from her eyes, blurring her vision. Her hair, frazzled and messy, tickles her brow as it moves up and down as violently as he thrusted into her. Its painful to hold back. Incredibly painful. Like the thorny stem of rose stuck in her urethra. ‘I will not lose,’ she repeated again.

‘I will no-’ It came crashing down on Amelia. Unbearable pain converted to unbearable pleasure. She squirted once again, her whole crotch aching from not only one forced discharge but two for the night. Heat dissipates from her senses and is replaced by a relaxing cool. She blanked out, her train of thought came crashing down. She lost and didn't even know it.

The Don came nearly the same time as her. Pent up love discharged itself into her womb. Viscous, ivory white, and shiny love pumped in by the bucket. It forcefully pushed itself out, gushing from her hole. He admired her warmth once again. In the afterglow, he checked on Amelia. Passed out. It was time for another punishment.

But first, stretching. His back needed it. He slowly unsheathed himself from Amelia’s once again limp body. The semen made it easier for him to get himself out without making a prolapse in the process. With a final grunt from Amelia, he was out. Cum flowed out of her like a waterfall as her skin shined under a thousand stars with her sweat. She had glossy eyes looking at nothing with streaks where tears have traced along the contours of her face. Mouth agape with her tongue out. She was beautiful like this.

He stood up and stretched his back, a few knuckles popped when doing so. He picked up his phone and walked near the dome to admire the view. His cock was still in a semi-erect state, and it wouldn't be long until it went back to full mast.

He called, and his team answered.

“Hello? Yeah it's me again. I need you to kidnap another girl, well she lived with the blonde and the shark girl,” he said.

Amelia woke up. Despair took a hold of her for a few moments until she realized that he was away from her. A chance. She tried wriggling towards the remote on her belly.

“It's a phoenix girl… No, no I am not selling her.”

She had difficulty wriggling on her belly. For the first time in her life she cursed her large breasts. She wriggled on her back. Now she is making progress. Slow, but it was progress.

“Now, I want you to capture her… Yes, yes, I would pay you double for her.”

She was at the edge of the bed. Slowly she inched herself out, and silently she fell down. On the floor, she now wriggled towards the pile of clothes with the remote on top of it.

“Send her to General Anon, I know how much he loves his phoenix meat, and it would delight him to finally find a broody for his farm. Tell him its a gift for his promotion,”

She was nearly there. With her little nubs she tried to nudge it close. But instead pushing it away. She inched closer towards it, centimeters away. The smell of plastic has never felt so fragrant. She flipped herself on her side in order to see the buttons of the remote quickly, and it didn't take her a long time to find the ‘reattach limbs’ button.

“Yeah that's a- Hold that thought.”The Don finally noticed her, and she noticed him. There was no time to waste. He however, took his goddamn time walking towards her. Chuckling while he does it. Amelia scrambled to press the button. Her little nubs were of little use.“I want you to capture another girl.”

She tried pressing it with the sides of her head. No use. The back of her head. No use.

“It's a girl with eldritch ties. Don't worry, I’ll pay you triple for her.”

She smashed her head against the remote. The synthetic rubber pressed against her movements but nothing was still happening. She flopped on her belly, and banged her head against the remote as hard as he could. He inches ever closer.

“Now, chop off her hands. Send her to a guy called Howard L.C,”

Ina can’t draw without her hands, Ame thought as a well of frustration bubbles up to her chest. Tears form in the corner of her eyes. The buttons still weren't budging.

“Tell him he has a new actress for his ‘art film’, give her some healing factor, you know how bloody those films could be” He said as he kneeled down near Amelia, “Stay on standby.” And he hung up.

“I thought you were smarter than that,” He told Amelia as he grabbed by the hair and lifted her hair up, “Special buttons that respond to a specific person.”

Amelia winced at the feeling of gravity pushing her down and his hand holding her up with a fistful of hair from her scalp.“Now look what happened, I had to punish you twice,” He grinned. A notification dinged on his phone, he opened it.

“Oh look, you have got to applaud the professionalism.” He said as he showed her a photo of Kiara and Ina gagged and passed out alongside Gura.

“I’ll kill you,” Amelia growled, glaring at him.

“I know you would. But look at you. No limbs,” He said, “Womp Womp.”

He dragged her back on the bed. Since she had no legs, she got dragged there only screaming. He plopped her face down and her body squirmed as she tried crawling away. His cock went back on full power when he saw that ass, he grabbed her hips firmly, holding her movements in place. For a lady whose entire career is just chasing criminals, her ass still had a lot of fat. Plump. He slapped it, and watched the ripples form and settle on her soft flesh. His cock flopped in between her crack.

“One more, Amelia.” He said, as he spat on his thumb and rubbed it on Amelia’s asshole clockwise, “One more, and we’ll be actually husband and wife,”

“Go kill yourself” Amelia said, her voice cracked, “Go fucking kill yourself”

She was about to cry for real this time. And for this time, she can’t hold back. She thought back to her relationships with Myth. Other than Gura, whom she recently met before she got captured, she can’t remember what they last talked about. Tears went gushing like a waterfall.

“Oh, oh don’t cry, sweetie,” Don said as he headpatted her, “If you win, you have a chance of saving them, if you lose, you have nothing to worry about anymore.”

He adjusted himself to whisper against her ear. His large body nearly crushed Amelia and weighed on her back. She could feel the vapors of his sweat and saliva caressing her neck. The smell of steak overwhelms her. “You would love your new home, honey,” he whispered, “Or should I say, Ame. Since we are intimate now.”
Amelia yelled at him. All the obscenities and curses she knows from alphabetic order. This eventually devolved into nothing but angry yelps and shouts. A painful, shameful roar. Her arm nubs reflexively tried to elbow his face. She doesn't feel intimate at all. She wants to go home to the people she truly feels intimate with.

Now this is a problem, Don thought. He could just force her to shut up with the remote, but where is the fun in that?
He picked up her legs, his tongue twirls around the sock covered toes of one of the legs. She could feel it tickle. He used the remote to make her go slack jawed again. The yelling doesn’t stop. So, in order to prevent her from chewing up the mattress, he lifted her neck up and made it rest on her fat thigh. She can’t reach for the mattress this way. As with the other leg, he removed the sock, and shoved her foot inside of her mouth. Her upper teeth on top of her arch. It made her bearably quiet. He returned her ability to use her mouth. She bit down, the pain of biting her own foot and feeling it made both her jaw and her foot hurt.

Don lifted himself up. He could feel the contractions of her anal muscles. He thought that he could give her something to cry more about. The anus was not meant to release something as large as a baby. As such, the vagina was something people of his stature were only allowed to fuck, noting its flexibility. But he was curious, and now was a perfect time to indulge in it.

He lifted his hips up for insertion. Amelia held her breath the same time as she reached a relative amount of calm. The only plan for her now was to keep herself awake. Even if she does not know how. She braced herself to have her slit invaded. Only to feel the tip kissing the wrong hole. She wanted to beg her to not shove that monster in her ass but all that came out were muffled screams. Don ignored her and shoved his full length in one swift motion. With such speed, and power, he could feel flesh tear.

Crimson trickled slowly down what's left of her thigh. Muscles contract and let go around his shaft as it bulged her intestines. It hurts Amelia to squeeze, and it hurts to let go. It hurt to bite down. She somehow felt her foot jammed in her mouth. Like a tight shoe. Her teeth that pricked on her sole sent too much pressure on both sides. With her bleeding off the other end, she bit down, muffling the pain a little bit. The taste of salt and skin intensifies through her mouth.

The Don didn't know what he expected. Of course the cavity not meant to rear kids would bleed when a thing half the size of a newborn would pass through. But the squeaks coming from Amelia were cute. It sounded like a chew toy.

He pulled out with ease, since her entire body was working to push him out, until the head. And he slammed it back in. Amelia felt a punch in her guts, it reverberated through her body.

The sticky slick blood acted as a lube of some sort. It wasn’t doing a good job at being it. Don could not tell the difference between that and just going in raw. However, he continued pounding down on her body with a steady rhythm. Amelia’s default smugness being slowly fizzled out like cotton candy in water tasted sweet. The sex a while ago was just foreplay compared to this, now its the real deal. If he makes her fold, he goes home with a wife.

Amelia’s stomach hurt in two ways, the usual ache in the tummy and an ulcer that reached up to the top of her abdomen. The pain was a blessing in disguise, she thought, now she has a good way to keep herself awake. The feeling of scrubbing a massive throbbing meatstick over open wounds kept her eyes nice and wide. She just has to wait now.

The Don had an idea. The remote had full control over every part of her body, even if the controls were modeled after the one brothels used for whores. The sex was turning boring. Amelia somehow composed herself and grunting through his pounding. He remembered that she was good with physical pain, but a while ago, she revealed she was weak to pleasure. It wasn’t far away. So the Don reached over for the remote. It was time to give Amelia one last surprise.

Amelia felt something off. It doesn't hurt as much as before. Which might come as a relief, but she needed to rely on the hurt to stay awake. Instead of a searing hot pain, was mild irritation and a small tickle on her back. It felt like a feather slowly caressing her spine, and the insides of her ass. She felt mildly good. Good. That was bad news for her. She can’t enjoy this.

It ramped up in pleasure by a snail's pace. She never played with her ass before. Novel sensations sizzled in her through pleasure points she never even knew existed yet. The moans she tried so hard to hold now are getting out of her grasp like sand falling through the gaps between one’s fingers. She bit down even harder on her own foot, in order to feel its psychic pain on her, but her body’s pleasure won over that. It was overwhelming now. She could feel the roughness of his skin and the texture of his pubes whenever he slammed into her. His rough hands pressed hard into her ass. Her body was getting hotter. She could feel warmth on the tips of her ears. Her body, more honest than her mind, had her pussy get wetter. She discharged piss one more time. Squirting painfully onto the mattress.

The warm, then cold, of the puddle reached the knees of Don. It's adorable seeing a grown woman piss like a incontinent toddler. But enough of the games, he brought up Amelia’s pleasure sensitivity only at the low ranges. Feeling impatient, he turned it up to eleven and threw the remote to the other side of the room. She clamped down on him much harder. The surprise of intense sensations jolted her body to instinctually crawl away. The sways of her body that mimicked crawling massaged his cock. With newfound rigour, he got rougher.

Its all crumbling down and Amelia could feel it. Her mind lapses back and forth through unconsciousness and consciousness. Her senses feel overwhelming. She could feel the cum trickling down her pussy and tickling whatever was left of her thighs, she could feel every vein on his cock as he pummels into her, he could hear his breath, and the claps made through the union of his crotch and her ass were loud enough to hurt her ears.

He lifted his hand and smacked down on her asscheeks like lightning and in turn her flesh ripples like gelatin. Pleased by the sight, he slapped her again and again.

Amelia hoped that the slaps would give her enough pain to keep her awake, but to her shock, it felt good. The sting that lingers on the rosy pink hand print marks left on her ass edges her the same way as a slow stroke on her clitoris. Pleasure kept on piling up. The desire to let it burst out radiated like the sun towards the rest of her body. It began to blur her other thoughts and senses. Her sight turns into a hodgepodge of colors blending into each other and going halfway to grey. She could hear a loud silence wash over her. Her mind can’t think of anything other than the cock inside of her and can't feel anything outside of her crotch. Her ability to recall her memories deteriorated, and for a few moments, she forgot what her friends looked like.

After that, she came. She lost a final time.

“Honey?” Don said, she stopped moaning. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled it to look at him. She passed out. Eyes open but rolled to the back of her head. He won.

He phoned the guys to take the reaper. Give her to some guy who has a horse cock. Tell them to ship them out as soon as possible. He would break the news to his newlywed when she woke up.

He grabbed a cuban cigar from the drawer in the table beside the bed. Lit it up. Inhaled the warmth and let it simmer in his lungs. It tasted sweet.

He removed the foot jammed in her mouth and flipped her over. Cock still erect. He continued his assault on her. Flesh against flesh. He wonders if she is in a vegetative state. She gasped. Her eyes rolled back forward. He doesn't have to wonder anymore.

Amelia jolted awake, and she was still bombarded with pleasure. Her mind doesn't know whether she passed out or not.

“You passed out, Amelia. I guess that makes us husband and wife,” he said.

“What? No! No, i didn't” she said, the feeling of his cock stroking along her battered and torn anus at a high speed swiftly returns in her mind.

“Yes, you did. I don't need to worry about them anymore,” he put his hand on her shoulder with a cigarette in between his pointer and middle finger, “they are gone now, to somewhat better places.”

“Wait, you cheate- Ah!” Amelia yelled, “I didn't faint!”

“Yes, you did,” he said, as his digits pressed harder on her hips, “Don’t worry, though. You would love your new home,”

He transferred his free hand to her face, gently caressing it. Amelia flinched, and her expression turned sour. Her breathing ragged and holding herself just enough to not be a moaning mess. “You have no reason to stay there anymore. Stay with me,” He said softly, “What do you say, sunshine”“Fuck you”

“Well… If you don't want to be treated like a wife, so be it,” His thumb jabbed into her mouth, and pried open her gritted teeth. With the help of his pointer he swiftly pulled her tongue out of her mouth. Amelia winced at the callousness of his thumb. Taking one last puff of the cigarette, the Don pressed it down on her tongue. It produced a nice sizzle. Amelia however, tasted nothing but bitter and it stings. If it weren't for the colossus in her ass, this would have been the only thing she felt. He twisted it around, savoring how her ass tightens whenever he twisted.

When the flames on the cigarette were extinguished, he set it aside and focused more on Amelia. His now free hand held her down. His hips pistoning in and out of her sped up. His face lowered itself just a few inches above hers. He let go of her tongue and they kissed.

She bit down on the invading tongue, mouthing the words ‘fuck you’ in the midst of her moaning. In anger, his left hand pinned her down by the neck, choking her. Her moans devolved into an incoherent gagging only damped by the carnal smacks of flesh against flesh.

He had a bright idea. His free hand went over her clitoris, and with big fingers and sharp nails, he clamped down on her poor clitoris. Yanking it, squeezing it, scraping it with his nails. Eventually he just held it together with two nails. Slowly squeezing it as if to cut her poor little clitoris off. All while maintaining rhythm and eye contact.

She does not want to admit it, but the abuse felt overwhelmingly good. The haziness brought by the lack of oxygen in her brain and the constant abuse on her lower half brought her to a sense of high. Mentally, she is floating on clouds. NO more pain. There was no more need to fight in her anymore to much of her dismay. All she feels is pleasure building up, and she is anticipating its explosion. From the way his cock twitches, she feels that she is close as well.

He pressed harder on her neck. A dull blue slowly crept its way into her complexion, and all defiance bleached out of her expression. What was left was beautiful submission. Her face, he thought, was more beautiful like this. Feeling his orgasm close now, he grunted as he arched his back. Speeding up as lighting forms from his groin and prepares itself to shoot to his head. He lets go of her clit and both hands squeeze down on her throat ever harder. And with one final pump-!

He blasted her insides with white hot cum. She felt the heat sear her wounds, and everything except her stomach felt cold in comparison. The slick combination of sweat and piss on both Amelia and his skin felt fresh in a moment of clarity after the climax. They both panted, unmoving. His grip loosened on her neck and he lifted her up to a passionate kiss. Stubble pressed on her mouth as his dry lips pushed against hers and his tongue invaded, pushing and twirling around the insides of her mouth. It enjoyed the taste of what remains of his dinner, but also the traces of 5 hour energy drinks and coffee. Finally, Amelia, in her brief moment of lucidity, bit down on his tongue. As hard as she can. He dropped Amelia before she could even rip it off. This made him rock hard again, and prepared to fuck her once more.

This was the first of many nights of a fruitful marriage after all.