Bagging a Bitch with Balls

I pounded and pummeled, thrust and shoved, slammed and rammed her defenseless little behind, not caring whether I hurt or killed her, although, of course, the latter eventuality seemed unlikely at best, and Bindy rolled and thrashed atop the bamboo mat, weeping and sobbing and pleading, no doubt hoping to escape my assault upon her impaled and hammered ass.

Finally, upon the onset of as intense an orgasm as I have ever experienced, I felt my cock shudder inside her anus, and I pulled free, as my balls, inside the risen and contracted pouch of my scrotum, shot volley after volley and salvo after salvo of my thick, warm, white semen in arcs across her derriere, bombarding her back and buttocks and thighs with my thick fecundating fluid. I looked down, into the gaping wound of Bindy's red, raw ass, into the depths of her ravaged body, and deep, it seemed, into her devastated soul.

Although I hadn't split her into or killed her, it was obvious to me that I had changed Bindy in some fundamental way and that I had claimed her as my own. My sperm, wriggling across her ass, filling the cleavage of her buttocks, and spilling, by the millions, into the abyss of her vanquished, gaping anus, had branded her as surely as if they were the hot end of an iron, the contours of which spelled out my name.

* * *

The next day, Bindy would not speak to me.

It seems that, from her perspective, I had crossed a line, doing something offensive, if not unpardonable.

I knew, well enough, what it was, of course, without the need for her to explain it to me: I had stripped her of her dignity. I had stolen her pride. I had made her lose face--with herself.

I knew, too, though, that she would speak to me again, and soon.

After all, I was her sugar daddy, the "rich" American man of whom she'd dreamed for so long, her (as it turns out, not-so-charming) prince who would allow her to live as a princess rather than as a peasant, to be Somebody rather than nobody.

I had made her my wife; in doing so, I had transformed her very identity.