Each muffled sound grew weaker, more desperate.
But as the minutes passed, the pain began to blur. The tears of agony started to mix with the heat of overstimulation.
Her body, designed for this despite her mind's protest, began to adapt. The screams in her throat turned into high-pitched, broken moans of surrender.
"Hnngh~… mmph~… ahhh~…" Her resistance melted into submission.
When she finally stopped struggling, her body going limp and accepting the five-inch intrusion, Raven paused. He lifted his hips, the blood-slicked shaft glistening in the mall's artificial light.
He looked down at her—at her ruined face, her swollen lips, her heaving, jiggling breasts.
"From now on," he said, his voice a cold, final decree, "you are my second bitch."
And then, he slammed his hips forward with every ounce of his strength.
THUD. SQUELCH.
The full nine inches buried themselves deep inside her. He didn't just enter her; he colonized her.
