I started to sob as the hardness of his cock faded, his dick going soft and falling from my abused pussy. I cried out from the pain and felt his hand grab my shoulder pulling me back onto his throbbing prick. He moved into position, and I could feel his stiff cock, rubbing against my sore cunt. I began to scream even knowing that no one was around to hear me. I looked down at my rain-soaked clothes, my sheer white blouse was clinging to my body and the water dripped off my mini skirt. The move did however line his large, swollen cock with my tight little asshole. He was gentler this time, compared to when he raped me at the bus stop. I held it as wide open as I could until my jaw ached, then I just relaxed and let him have his way with my mouth. I won’t tell anyone. I was not on any birth control. My stomach bubbled and erupted, forcing me to vomit all over myself. It was the man who had raped and captured me. I looked down at my rain-soaked clothes, my sheer white blouse was clinging to my body and the water dripped off my mini skirt.
