Through the Portal (PM for Invite)

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Emily Abrams turned in her desk as soon as the five-minute warning bell rang, and although their substitute, Mr. Cunnings, tried desperately to maintain order in the classroom, he soon found it impossible to keep their attention, so after about twenty seconds he simply gave up trying and walked back behind the teachers desk and sat down. Emily had grabbed her backpack and was already stuffing her binder and textbook into it by the time her friends Caitlin and Sarah had wandered over, and the three seniors spent the next five minutes picking up where they'd left off before classes had started.

When the bell rang a second time, Emily rose from her seat and with one hand lifted her backpack up and slung it over her left shoulder so that it came to rest against the small of her back. She didn't bother to pull her arm through the other strap, however, as she preferred having it hang a bit while she walked to her next class.

According to the schedule that she'd stuffed inside her pants pocket, Emily had Physics next. She hated the class, but she was completely and utterly infatuated with the teacher. Mr. Thompson was certainly old enough to be her father, but he looked pretty damn good for his age (whatever that was).

Since it was the start of classes, Emily was able to pick a seat closer to the front, and she coyly nibbled on the end of her pencil while he went about with his lesson.

If Brad Pitt had walked into the classroom at that point, she probably wouldn't have given him the time of day.

Her friends constantly ragged on her whenever they caught her ogling, often handing her crumpled up notes with her name and his wrapped up in giant hearts. It was childish but also pretty funny. As it was she already had a boyfriend, and there was no chance in Hell that was going to be getting in bed with Mr. Thompson anytime soon. It didn't take long before the bell rang again, and the love-struck eighteen-year old picked herself up and hauled her ass off to the rest of her classes. By the time 2:30pm came around her agenda book was packed with forms for her parents to sign, and even a few of her teachers had assigned work to do over the weekend.

After making a quick stop at her locker, Emily picked up her somewhat lighter backpack and headed outside. She didn't have a car yet, and instead of taking the bus back home she decided she'd take advantage of the late summer weather and walk. She didn't mind the lengthy stroll, and the lightweight, sleeveless tank top, combined with the short jean-shorts she was wearing made her feel somewhat comfortable in the afternoon heat.

She wasn't ready to put her summer garb away yet.

It would take about twenty minutes to walk to her house, but Emily figured she could shave off a couple of minutes by turning down Oakpine Avenue and taking the wooden trail that would eventually open out to her own road. The dark-haired teen didn't mind walking by herself... it was a small town after all. Everyone knew everyone.

While she was walking down the wooded trail, however, she thought she heard a couple of twigs snapping behind her, but after taking a quick look around she figured it was just a pair of squirrels or a rabbit.

"Huh," Emily said to herself, shrugging her shoulders. When she turned to start walking again, however, she felt a pair of strong hands grab her from behind, one wrapping around her waist while the other covered her mouth to silence her screams. After the initial shock of being grabbed wore off, she began to struggle and even dropped her backpack as she kicked and squirmed in fierce protest, but then her entire world went dark when a strong fist from another assailant collided with her stomach, knocking her unconscious.

Bloodcurdling and otherwise heart-stirring screams and pleas for help assaulted the caravan akin to enemy fire. Tortured souls cried out for reprieve, for a savior, but he never came.

In his place always came the Slavers, and on this particular day, Xavier.

The man led a small group of fellow Slavers down the streets of cracked cement, bedraggled tenements groaning for mercy on all sides. Inside the dilapidated housing units came the horrifying screams of rape and murder; the men were unfazed in the slightest as they dragged along their sacrificial lamb.

Xavier's eyes were steady and unblinking, parting the bustling crowd all around him just by his appearance. The rippling muscle that drew taut across his abdomen was visible for all to see, as were his arms, which seemed very capable of inflicting death. About his waist hung a crimson sash, which symbolized the offering day at the Temple.

The group rounded a corner, filing into a tight tunnel that was endlessly black. The sacrifice they had in custody began to shriek in fright, thrashing against her bondage with all her strength. The man dragging her stopped as Xavier and the others continued on. The man unleashed a flurry of blows upon the woman, until she was nothing more than a blood-gurgling meatsack. She was tossed over the Slaver's shoulders, near death already, and he continued through the tunnel.

They emerged into the courtyard, blue flames burning atop stakes situated all over the place. Smoke clung to the air as heavy as the stench of death, which was permanently present and engrained in every cell of the Monks standing before the furnace.

The girl was tossed to the ground before the monks, stirring lackadaisically, showing signs of life. She looked up at the Slavers, eyeing the black man who showed not an iota of remorse. She stretched out a solitary hand, bloodied and bruised, unable to speak as she choked on blood.

Xavier stared at the woman, her once beautiful body now decrepit and lackluster. Tears streamed down her dirty cheeks, oblivious to the notion that he had grabbed her hand. He viciously tugged on her wrist, pulling her to her feet. One of the robed Monks struck out with glimmering steel, puncturing the woman right in the middle of her distended stomach.

The corpse swayed for a brief moment, until Xavier kicked the deceased mother-to-be into the furnace, her blood revivifying the portal's integrity.

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Soft sunlight filtered down through the treetops, igniting the auburn Autumn leaves. Xavier rolled over to his back, peering up into the sky. Traveling by portal was unpredictable, but he shrugged the pain off, pulling himself to his feet. Most of his men lay dead before his feet, illustrating the risk involved in transferring to other worlds. One other remained, a younger man than he, and silently, they ventured out into the woods.

After an hour of trudging through the forest, the pair of Slavers happened upon a mass exodus. They watched as humans spilled seemingly endlessly from a building afar. Although they were immensely powerful, snatching up as many potential slaves as possible in front of witnesses was forbidden; they had to remain unknown at all costs.

Xavier crouched down behind a shrub, avoiding detection while surveying his selection. Too many of the female species were present, making his decision difficult. They renained in the woods, hidden, for several minutes, until a young woman walked right past their location. Without exchanging words, Xavier and the other Slaver rose to their feet and gave pursuit.

Emerging from the treeline, the young man took the lead. In his haste, he stumbled upon dead branches, alerting the woman ahead of their presence. Assuming their intentions were compromised, the rookie Slaver lunged forward, roughly grabbing the female. He wisely clamped a hand over her mouth, simultaneously pulling her into the security of the woods.

Xavier casually strode into the woman's line of sight, his eyes roaming her body. She was definitely putting it on display, no doubt about it.

He found her eyes with his own, the gold flecks dotting his pupils glimmering with malicious intent. Abandoning the lax demeanor, he struck decisively, placing a destructive punch into her gut. He watched the consciousness desert her, then turned and strode away with her captor in tow.

~

Back on Trabius, at an exchange simply called 'The Market', the scene was one of distraught and misery, for the ones that were squeamish. Xavier noted that his catch of the day was still out cold, so he surveyed the grim collection of potential slaves.

Hundreds of young, beautiful women were shackled together and being processed, awaiting evaluation. Most were emotional wrecks, crying and begging for mercy; most were beaten or sacrificed for their insolence.

Xavier stood at attention, gripping a chain that was attached to an iron collar clasped about his bounty's neck. Her wrists were bound behind her back with a tough material, allowing no slack or give.

He awaited her turn.

The last thing Emily remembered seeing before she passed out cold were those flecks of gold in the taller man's eyes, and then her entire world went dark when he thrust his clenched fist into the pit of her stomach. When she finally came around, Emily had a throbbing headache and her abdominal muscles felt really, really sore. Her eyes were slow to open, but her ears were immediately assaulted by the horrifying sound of people screaming and yelling.

When the haze was finally lifted, Emily found herself unable to move her arms as her hands were bound tightly behind her back. She grunted when she felt a sharp tug at her neck, and her eyes narrowed on the sort of leash that was attached to a heavy collar that had been forced around her slender throat.

Emily began frantically looking around her, and what she saw absolutely horrified her. She had gone from a quiet, suburban life to what was practically a scene right out of a gladiator movie, with men and women stripped down and put on display for richer clients to peruse.

The dark-haired teen watched as one of the slaves nearby had his hands cut off, and then a younger female slave was forced over a table and taken, in full view of the public, like a common street whore.

No one, however, seemed to care all that much.

Some of the traders, in fact, patted the man on the back after he had finished with her.

Emily felt her heart begin to race inside her chest, and the more she looked around the more she felt like throwing up. She was parched with thirst and tiny beads of sweat glistened on her tanned skin as the heat of the sun overhead beat down on her. Standing in front of her was one of the men that had captured her, and her eyes were naturally drawn his impressive form, but she was struck with fear rather than awe.

She worried that she would be next.

More screams.

More screams...

'Oh God...' she thought to herself as her heart raced even faster and tears started to form near her eyes. She wanted to go home.

She didn't belong here.

"NEXT!"

Emily was next, and despite seeing first-hand what would happen if she resisted, she began to hyperventilate and started to pull back even as the guards stepped forward to take her into their custody. The vast majority of the female slaves were put up for auction, sold to whomever had the most coins to spend. Human girls often fetched a few Royals for the Guild, but as the day drew on the amount of slaves being bought became less and less. Those that didn't sell were either sacrificed or kept in the stocks until the next day when the Market would be full of potential owners again.

With her hands bound behind her back, there wasn't anything Emily could do to keep the guards from stepping forward and tearing her clothes off her body. She cried in protest as their hands easily ripped open her tank top and made short work of her tight-fitting bra, causing her large breasts to spill out against her chest. Her tears continued to pour down her face as they pulled her shorts and panties down, exposing her fleshy ass and her neatly-trimmed bush that led down to her glistening teenage pussy.

Compared to the girls that were left on the auction block, Emily was a goddess. Young, healthy and very, very beautiful.

The only question was whether or not anyone left could afford her.

Xavier watched the soon-to-be-slave show signs of life, stirring before him. He gave a tug on the leash to jolt her from the lengthy reprieve; if she survived the day and was sold off, it would be her last worthwhile rest.

With mild curiosity, Xavier watched the myriad of emotions upon her face shift quickly, haphazardly. It was a shock to the system, being assimilated in this place. He gazed upon Emily longer, and with apparently more interest than he had slaves in the past.

His head was tilted downward, eyes fixated upon the young human girl, until:

"NEXT!"

He tugged on the leash, pulling the girl forward and out into the open, before stepping back to allow the Guards to remove her clothing. She stood naked before the entire Market within seconds, and jeering cheers and whistles were heard.

Admiration was in order, for the human girl had quite the body, thick and curvy in all the right places. Perhaps this was why one of the Guards dropped his pants, forced Emily to her knees, and began to masturbate only inches from her face; his buddies cheered him on.

Despite the fact that Emily was already being used as a cum receptacle, the auction still took place. Bidding took place over several minutes, until only Emily and another girl remained.

Grunting, the Guard ejaculated an immensely thick load of grey semen onto the human's face, glazing over her features; more cheers were heard as the assailant and his goons disappeared.

Xavier surveyed the auction taking place, noticing that his catch was now the only girl left. She was dragged onto a stage, cum still sliding down her face. He looked about, seeing that she attracted minimal attention despite her beauty. Five minutes passed, and not a single bid was placed.

The Market was silent. Then:

"Sacrifice the human whore!"

The Market erupted with cheers as the terrified human girl was dragged off the stage.

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Emily was kneeling before the group of Monks, Xavier's hand clutching her chain. This time around, however, the sacrificial furnace had attracted a crowd. Hundreds of girls had already perished, and the portal was as strong as ever.

One of the Monks groped and kneaded Emily's breasts together, grinning wickedly.

"You've been quite the busy Slaver, Xavier. However, we can't Sacrifice anymore for the day; you know how it is."

Xavier nodded curtly, remaining silent as the other Monks began to paw at her body.

"My, what a fine specimen. You'll have to take her X, you did catch her."

The Slaver said nothing as the slave was assigned to him. Without a look back, Xavier turned and tugged on the chain, pulling his slave along at a brisk pace.

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The heavy iron door was pulled open and Emily was roughly shoved inside, the dark, damp walls lined with slime and bodily fluids. He unhooked the chain from her collar and slammed the girl against the wall. With a precise fluidity, he shackled her wrists together above her head, allowing her only about a one foot radius of movement.

Xavier stepped back, eyeing his newly caught slave in the dim light. He would be the first to lay with her and to break her, but not just yet.

Special plans were already bring formed for her.

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An hour or two passed by as Xavier attended to his other slaves. From within the darkness of the dungeon, moans of pleasure and screams of pain could be heard; the rattling of chains was monotonous and disturbing, until Xavier emerged from the darkness.

As if on cue, a group of slaves entered the dungeon, scurrying about without making eye contact with their Master. They delivered food to every slave, except Emily.

He stepped within feet of the girl, his black body nude and covered with muscle. Scars lined his chest, reminders of battles long past. He was a physical specimen within a class of his own, especially in the area of endowment.

He snapped his fingers and within seconds, two slaves were kneeling before his pole; they began to clean it of excrement, taking turns, sharing the vein-choked phallus. Not only was it absurdly lengthy, but it was as thick as his forearm and harder than diamond.

Xavier's emotions didn't budge. In a terrifyingly low voice, he spoke, "You belong to me now. Your name does not matter to me, nor does mine to you. You will address me as Master at all times, or will suffer dire consequences. You will do whatever I command, or suffer consequences. If you refuse or rebel against me one time, I will kill you myself."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment, the only noise coming from the slurping mouths of the slaves that continued to suck his cock.

"Am I understood, slave?"

"Pl-lehease no... stop! DON'T!" Emily cried as her panties were the last item to be torn off her body, and through watery eyes she watched as one of the guards quickly shed his own pants and then stepped forward as she was dropped to her knees. The young girl pleaded for mercy, but she received none. The guard stepped forward and then started jerking off in front of her, the head of his fat cock aimed right at her face. She could smell his strong musk as it permeated her nose, and although she struggled to move away the rest of his men kept her locked in place.

This was her place in life.

Emily winced in pain as one of the guards grabbed her hair, holding her head in place while the first guard built himself up to an explosive orgasm. She watched while his hand furiously pumped his shaft, his heavy balls shaking back and forth until he began cumming all over her. She wanted to pull her head away, but they kept her facing forward so that all of his nasty spunk would land squarely on her face.

On her forehead. On her eyes and against the bridge of her nose. On her cheeks and even painting her soft pink lips.

She had never been so humiliated in all her life.

Tears poured down her face as she was dragged onto the auction block, a cum-covered mess that no one seemed interested in purchasing. A deep bruise had formed on her tummy from when she had been knocked unconscious, but aside from that she was relatively unspoiled. To her complete and utter dismay, the crowd soon called for her to be sacrificed. She had seen first-hand what they did to their sacrifices, and Emily began to panic.

She was just a young girl... she didn't want to die. She didn't want any of this!

Like a tiger backed into a corner she fought against her captors, but they managed to haul her off the stage and over to the furnace, but instead of throwing her in they started molesting her body. Their hands groped at her chest, squeezing her tits and pushing them together; letting them bounce and testing their weight. To keep the slave from screaming they came forward and thrust a gag into her mouth, tying it around behind her head before they continued their perverted assault.

They treated her like some sort of animal... and if she hadn't felt the sting of their hands spanking her ass, she might have thought that it was all just a bad dream.

Fate, however, had much more in store for her. The Portal was satisfied, and instead of keeping the girl for themselves the Monks decided that it would be prudent for her to be taken in by the very same person that had captured her. Soon Emily felt a strong tug on her chain again, only this time she was led away from the crowd, her small feet working twice as hard to keep up with her new owner. By the time they reached his private residence, Emily was damn-near exhausted, physically and mentally. She offered very little resistance when she pushed inside, but she did grunt in protest when he slammed her against a wall and took the leash from her collar to keep her hands locked above her head, forcing her chest to stick out like a sore thumb.

Her body ached and shook with fear.

She didn't know what was going to happen to her. With the gag still lodged in her mouth, all Emily could do was watch as her new 'Master' wandered off into the darkness, and then a short time later she started hearing cries of pain and pleasure. Chills went down her spine as she hung there like a prisoner awaiting execution, and she lost all track of time when she started moving in and out of consciousness. She had just stirred away again when Xavier emerged from the darkness, and her eyes took in his impressive but terrifying form.

What he then said to her... made her heart sink inside her chest.

Eimly knew... she knew that he would kill her.

She was scared shitless, and as easy as death would be she wasn't ready to die.

She was just a little girl.

"Am I understood, slave?"

Emily's nostrils flared as she took in deep breaths, nodding her head even as tears ran down her cheeks. Fear was a powerful motivator, and she was very much afraid.

Xavier dismissed the slaves before his feet, the girls scurrying away hastily so he couldn't change his mind.

He and his slave were alone in the darkness.

The black man sauntered forward, his cold, calculating eyes drooling twisted malice. His eyes feasted upon her flawless body, the only distinguishing mark being the bruise he had placed upon her abdomen. His eyes found the dried semen, her face covered with a flaky coat; it'd be good for her to become accustomed to that now.

Xavier touched her hip, rubbing and gripping his property possessively. His golden eyes found her breasts, and without remorse, grabbed a nipple, squeezed it, and pulled away as far as her breast would allow without detaching from her chest.

While stretching one of her milk glands to its limit, he engaged her other nipple with his lips and teeth, feeling her nubs hardening over despite her being in captivity; the body was an infamous betrayer.

Xavier lifted the slave from the floor, free hand clutching the underside of her left leg. He moved beneath her, allowing her to rest upon his lap, even giving her the luxury of wrapping her legs around his back if he wanted; these small gestures would mean nothing once he was inside of her.

The man was adept at his trade, teasing the slave into a heightened plane of arrival by offering tender licks and kisses to the wound she had suffered earlier. He simultaneously mashed her breasts together, roughly mistreating the supple, sensitive flesh.

He slid a hand around the curve of her hip, gripping her inner thigh tightly. His fingers explored the trimmed pubic hair, before diving below to meet her heated lips. The engorged petals of innocent womanhood were slick with dew, his experience telling him she was in denial about her arousal.

She was parted by two of his large fingers, strands of thin nectar webbed across her entrance. He rubbed her slowly, teasing her without offering any true pleasure that was going to promise release. His fingertips grazed her insides, sickeningly sweet sounds of wetness being sloshed around filling the room.

He found the slave's face, stirring her proverbial pot with a professional dexterity. He even went far enough to fill her tight canal with his middle finger, the thick digit pressing into her g-spot instantly.

He rubbed her hard and without care, pistoning his finger in and out of her channel, his hand a blur amongst her mound.

Throughout all of this, Xavier showed not an ounce of emotion, performing upon her with a mechanical disposotion, methodical and precise.

When he felt liquid pattering his front, he removed his finger from her abruptly without allowing her to cum, bringing her to the edge of orgasm without allowing her to take the plunge.

Xavier stepped back, surveying the slave with boredom. Beads of pre-cum leaked from his tip, but he had mastered his temptation years ago.

The way he had broken her off and denied her release was cruel, but that was how he initiated his slaves into the fold; she was no different.

Xavier moved beside his slave, freeing her from her shackles while instructing her.

"Do not think that I won't rape you, because I an going to enjoy your struggling body in due time. But for now, in order for me to believe you are loyal, you must surrender and submit to me."

He stepped away from the slave, who was free from bondage but not of her predicament; the door out of the dungeon was behind him.

Xavier spread his arms wide, exposing to her his penis, the black shaft dangerously erect, brimming with blood and covered in dripping pearl.

"If you want your release, come and earn it."

When Xavier stepped forward, Emily winced as if his mere touch would cause her more pain than she could possibly handle. She quietly whined and squirmed in the air when his hands finally touched her body, and her whining grew louder when he started pulling on one of her exposed nipples. A couple of tears slid down her tanned cheek as he tortured her breast with one hand and used his mouth on the other.

What humiliated her the most was the fact that her body was actually responding to his painful stimulation.

Her body was liking what he was doing to her, even though it hurt like Hell.

Soon she was resting against him, her body lifted up off the floor and supported by his massive frame. Emily cried bitterly as he continued his assault on her body, forcing his hand between her legs and rubbing his fingers against her vagina. Her whines became even louder and her heart raced faster inside her chest when he started 'pleasuring' her, using her own body against her.

She couldn't take it.

It hurt so much... and it felt so good.

Through tear-filled eyes Emily saw that her kidnapper showed no signs of emotion as he worked her up towards an orgasm, but then, when she felt like she could no longer hold it all in, he pulled out of her.

Emily's chest heaved up and down and her abdominal muscles relaxed as her body came down from its high, but release would have felt so much better.

He, apparently, didn't want her to reach that point.

It was torture.

He was torturing her, and she felt so wet between her legs. Emily continued to cry even as he moved next to her and started removing the shackles that kept her locked against the wall. She knew in her heart that he wasn't going to let her go, and the words that he spoke to her confirmed just that. Emily's muscles relaxed, and after all that had happened she felt incredibly weak between her legs. She did have enough strength to remove the gag that had been lodged in her mouth, and she let it drop to the floor by her feet.

Emily looked behind the large black man and saw the exit, but there was no way she could make it passed him.

She had to try something else.

"P-please... I don't know w-what I did to you... but I'm sorry. I just want to go home. Please... just s-stop h-hurting me. I don't w-want to die... I just want to go back home."

Emily had managed to suppress her tears just before, but she broke down crying again as she pleaded with him.

The expression that crossed Xavier's face would have been comical, had the situation of been devoid of rape, slavery, and death.

He peered through the darkness, examining the slave with curiosity, as if she were a species he were encountering for the first time. He remained stock still for a whole minute, pondering many things, before leisurely closing the distance between them.

How quickly they forgot the rules.

The slaver lashed out with a honed fluidity, catching the girl across the jaw with a vicious jab with enough force to send her sprawling across the stone floor. He remained interestingly stoic as he walked after the limp slave.

Xavier collected a pair of shackles from the floor and stopped before the slave, his eyes aimed upward. From within the darkness he produced a heavy iron hook, pulling on the chain until it was at the desireable height.

The man set about shackling the slave's ankles together, pulling until there was no slack. Without any effort at all, he hoisted the girl up into the air upside down and slid her shackles onto the hook.

Before him dangled a rather enticing piece of meat--except it wasn't dead yet.

He pushed into her side with a powerful thrust of the hand, watching the slave spin in secure circles; it would do for what he had in mind.

Without wasting anymore time, the man stepped forward, grabbing the slave's chin. Hooking his fingers inside her mouth, he split her lips apart and held it there, eyeing a sizeable hole for him to enjoy.

He stepped forward and crudely began to stuff every vein choked inch of his penis into her mouth, the thick head having troubles with the roof of her mouth. He was too long, too thick for oral sex, but that wasn't his issue.

He ignored the slave's gasps, gurgles, and gags, finding the opening of her throat within moments. He slid his hands over to clutch the sides of her face, and thrusted into her viciously.

So lewd was the act that the sound of his cock sloshing her saliva reverberated off the walls, echoing all around them. He thrusted into her with enough force that he impaled the back of her throat; his heavy, cum-filled sack slapped her her in the face relentlessly, sweat dribbling down her face, and towards her eyes.

He gave the slave no breaks, no rest, no mercy.

Meanwhile, while fucking the poor slave's esophagus into oblivion, Xavier reached up to invade her cunt once more. He spread her lips wider than what they were designed for, and attempted to fit his entire free hand, formed as a fist, into her pussy.

The tight walls wouldn't allow him entry, rejecting the intruding ham-sized fist. Xavier grunted his disappointment, flexed his shoulder, and plunged his fist inside of her body with a sickening suction sound emitting from within her.

He could feel her warmth, her moisture, the muscles clenching onto his fist, now all too eager to suck him in. Xavier hastened to fill her up with as much of his forearm as he could, until his arm became a muscular piston, splitting her sex wide around his arm.

Xavier punished the insolent whelp in perfect, unhindered unison, hardly caring if she choked and died, for now he was seeing red.

For a brief moment Emily thought that perhaps he wouldn't respond with violence after she had pleaded with him. Her cries were completely sincere, but when he started moving closer she began to break down into tears again, and her words of protest were replaced with a loud cry of pain when he punched her dead in the face. The blow was strong enough to send her sprawling to the floor, blood dripping from her mouth while her entire body shook with pain.

The punch was enough to daze her for a few moments, long enough for Xavier to attach a pair of shackles to her ankles and then hoist her up like a fish that had just been caught and was ready to be gutted. He spun her around a few times and then kept her facing forward, grabbing her chin and forcing her mouth open with his dark hand.

Through watery eyes Emily watched as Xavier stepped even closer and then pushed the fat head of his cock into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide as he began ramming it inside, forcing her jaw to widen as his thick shaft pushed deep into her throat, choking her.

It was the most disgusting thing she had ever tasted, and the thought that was he was raping her mouth was enough to want her to puke. Emily groaned in pain as his cock twitched inside her mouth, stuffing her completely and causing her saliva to leak out through her lips and drip down to coat her face.

"Grk! Grk! Grk! Grk! Grkkhk!" Emily gurgled and gagged and choked as he used her throat as if it were the cunt of a seasoned whore, fucking her so hard that she started to lose consciousness. She was a complete mess while hanging upside down, his slimy pre-cum mixing with her drool and gushing down onto her once pretty-face before dripping down to the floor.

If he kept it up for much longer... she'd certainly choke to death.

Terrible, terrible pain wracked her body when Xavier began forcing his fist inside her pussy, spreading her teenage lips as wide as possible while more of his arm pushed into her. Her body naturally rejected him at first, but once he got it inside her it sucked him in for all it was worth. Blood and her cunt juices began coating his hand and arm as he rammed them in and out of her, punishing her for being such an insolent little bitch.

Her entire body shook with pain and torment, dangling in the air like a worthless piece of fuck-meat for him to enjoy and abuse.

Emily continued to gag on his cock, damn near choking to death on her own saliva and his vile pre-cum as they sloshed around inside her mouth.

She couldn't breathe... she couldn't think...

For the first time in her entire life... she actually wanted to die.