There’s no blood this time, but Angela cries out. “I’m Angela.” she tells him. At the idea of being raped Angela starts thrashing harder than ever. Then pulls the fake cock out and spreads Angela’s ass cheeks; perfect, wide, bloody, and newly bleeding. When he spreads her cheeks her asshole is only slightly agape, and this upsets him a little. Why give this fuck the pleasure? She sobs and cries and begs, but it won’t work, not after how she taunted Marc. After the coke is done they keep smoking the joint, and then cigarettes. She’s getting no pleasure, and after all she’s been through its not even humiliating anymore. Rivlets of blood have run down her ass crack and dried up, so he spits on her asshole and starts to work the lubrication around with his middle finger. The pain mixes exquisitely with the pleasure, and Angel’a is getting close to an orgasm, the first bit of pleasure she’s felt since they came back to Marc’s house.
