Bagging a Bitch with Balls

I rose to a squatting position, above and behind her, reinserted my penis--the erection slid into and through Bindy's cavernous asshole easily--and began to fuck her with renewed vigor, cramming her bowels with my foot-long prick at each stroke into her bottom; withdrawing all but the tip of the organ; and driving it, hard and fast, into her ass again. Repeating this sequence of actions, as rapidly and as forcefully as I could, I slammed and crammed and rammed her behind mercilessly. Her impaled buttocks bounced and flattened before my onslaught, and Bindy cried out, in both physical distress and fear. Her English was not good, but she articulated her fear well enough: "You split me in half, Brian!"

Her panicked protest ignited a reservoir of sadistic lust I had not known I possessed, and I rammed my cock through her wide-stretched sphincter, past her gaping anus, and deep into her rectum again and again, faster and harder each time, feeling her buttocks crush before me, only to spring back momentarily, as I withdrew my member again, to slam into her anew.

The startled, anguished cries and whimpers of the kathoey I'd impaled upon my member; her rocking frame; her flattening-rebounding buttocks; the sleekness of her flesh; her vulnerable position, on her elbows and knees, atop the cutting bamboo rods of the floor mat; her resignation to the indignity and humiliation I heaped upon her by the savagery of my anal assault--all this welter of imagery, emotion, and thought enflamed my heart, my mind, and my loins with an unappeasable passion to dominate, punish, and devastate the nubile young ladyboy whom I fucked mercilessly, and I was like a machine, rather than a man; an engine of iron will and steel determination, rather than flesh and blood; an instrument of a sadistic will to power, rather than a human being, pummeling the slender, petite body that rocked, shook, swayed, and recoiled before my assault, moaning and groaning, whimpering and sobbing, pleading and begging for me to stop.