[Runesmith]

She was barely aware of the man getting his legs off her back and sliding off the bed sporting his proud erection. She heard him opening and closing the overhead bin again, and that jolted her back to full lucidity - what could he be taking out from there now?

Before she could even crane her neck to look, the man was at her side. She felt something being slipped around her neck - something like a belt, and then it started tightening. Panic overcame her and she struggled, changing her position as she felt the upper part of her throat constricting. The man stopped tightening the leather loop, but it was still making breathing an effort and bright spots swam in her vision. With a sharp slap to the back of her thighs, the man indicated that she should get back to the position she was in before she struggled in her panic, and the slave obeyed.

She felt his cock pressing up against her battered and bruised cunt. It hurt badly as the head of his cock pushed ruthlessly against the swollen inner lips, and the cry of pain she uttered came out as a croaky whimper from her constricted throat. Tears of pain coursed down her cheeks as his cock penetrated a couple of inches inside her before his pot belly intervened. As the man started pumping, it felt as if the entrance to her cunt had caught fire, but it did feel good inside her cunt. Due to the shortness of the penetration and the angle, the engorged head of the cock was rubbing against the front wall of her cunt and that was very pleasurable.

Despite the ring of fire at the entrance to her cunt, she was getting wet, and her whimpers changed tone. It became even harder to keep getting the oxygen she needed in to her lungs, as she struggled to breathe against her constricted throat. She was getting light-headed. It felt as if she were somehow separated from her body, yet trapped inside it. She could feel the pain and pleasure, but it felt like something happening to someone else. When the man suddenly pulled out of her, she could feel that cunt spasming, and waves of pleasure following the sharp pain of the cock pulling out through the swollen cunt lips seemed to happen to that someone else. So were the spurts of warm liquid that seemed to erupt from that cunt and gush down those thighs in time with those spasms. The man's laughter seemed to come from a million miles away.

When she felt that pressure against her anal sphincter, she was beyond resisting. The sharp pain as the impatient cock pushed in to her unprepared, unlubricated hole hardly made her squirm. She was oblivious to everything, except drawing in enough air to keep her from blacking out. The man was ruthlessly using her body, and he wouldn't care even if she died. To him, she was simply a toy he had paid for... an object to be used and discarded. The hard, uncaring thrusts ripping through her anus, sending lances of pain up her spine, kept her awake and focused on breathing.

After what seemed like an aeon of breathe... breathe... breathe... there was a sudden eruption of warm wetness inside her, accompanied by a heavy grunt from the man. The painful pressure that had been filling her insides was removed. And then came the blessed relief from the constricting pressure that had been strangling her.

When the man untied her wrists, the slave collapsed in a heap at the foot of the bed. The sleep that enveloped her was a deep as an abyss and dark as oblivion.