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Just as I'd hoped for and expected, Taylor was beside herself when she came to. I'd let her have her unconscious time and didn't try to revive her. I figured it was sort of a blessing in disguise since once she was awake and aware, she would have precious little peace ever again. I mean her fucking clit was gone and bits of her nipples also and not too many women could live peacefully with those deformities, so pretending to be a kind person, for the moment, I let her stay out of it until she stirred on her own. Besides the waiting for her to come to was beyond suspenseful and truly exquisite. What I knew that she didn't, now that's what really counted and upped the excitement ante. She was in for a horrible, horrid ride, on the rails straight into Hell.

She was still tied face up on the bed, but I'd let off on her restraints so she wasn't stretched nearly so tightly as when I'd done the biting things. Each arm and leg had about two feet of slack. I'd laid down beside her with all my clothes still off and stroked her sweet face and fingered her damaged nipples and even sucked on them. They felt funny in my mouth but not in a bad way. They felt different, like peculiar, but special nice. I even rubbed her savaged cunt and played with its parts. Her vix was still easy to poke. I didn't fuck her (at least not right away) sort of out of respect for how much pain she was about to enter into once she awakened. I mean, her cunt would become her own worst enemy and there would be nothing she could do about it except to scream and holler and pass out again, and maybe beg and plead to die. There's be no other way for her to get away from it. I knew she'd go almost insane or maybe go fully nuts from the unrelenting searing location between her legs. I couldn't wait to watch her go mad and sticking my cock into her mess wouldn't help much either.

She was starting to revive and I knew she'd be so much better off if she never did. Of course, how could she know that until she came to and then it would be too late. She was to the point of gaining consciousness and I stroked her face and held her head at the back and pulled her lips towards me. I gave her the sweetest, gentle kiss like to awaken sleeping fucked beauty.

'God give you strength, sweet lady, you're going to need it more than you could ever imagine.' I whispered in her ear. I nibbled on her lobe. She was moving that last bit into awareness and at any moment it would hit her.



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Well, it wasn't a ton of bricks, not at all. It was a whole fucking truck load, like twenty skids. She was flattened. She turned groggily to see who was beside her on the bed, slowly recognized it was me (and I assumed realized it wasn't her lover) and then she recognized the pain in her genitals. Well, Mother of Holy Shits and Commotions, she screamed out like a gathering of lost tortured souls, and twisted way up and basically tried to get away from her cunt. Then, again and again, up and down. Finally she crashed down the hardest and rested, like she was spent. It was more fantastic than I could have visualized. I held on to her now, pretty well full hugging her like in a tight embrace and I could feel the muscles inside her really exploding. She was going into convulsions and spasms in her upper torso and, of course, all about her groin. Then she exploded anew with extra vigor. She was flopping back and forth, up and down and side to side and all at once and her head now thrashed violently from side to side, her beautiful features distorted beyond recognition and her mouth so wide open, screaming, I could have put my pecker and balls into it. I could have counted each one of her perfect pearl teeth, even the ones furthest back in her jaw, which she almost dislocated. She gave a new definition to the image of agony. Eventually her screaming became choked off and hoarse. It was the weirdest sound for a human being to make, sort of like unearthly or ungodly. Then it morphed into a high pitched squeal like an over heating bearing in need of oil and then she reverted to the lowest moan and growl, right from her gut and over and over again went,

'No. No. No, oh no. God. God. My God. No. No. Oh no. Never. No. No.' Not very original but pretty honest and cuntfelt.

I let her continue on like that for a couple of minutes and then held on to her more tightly to sooth her and settle her down, to calm her immediate despair. I was hugging her, feeling her body convulsing all along me like she was giving me a massage and predictably my pecker was full up from all her screaming and all her hyper movements and gyrations. It was all on her part, so she was responsible for my erection which meant she'd have to deal with it. I'd force her to accomodate it.

She couldn't believe I was thinking to fuck her, not when she was so utterly distraught and damaged and unable to accept a prick. Neither could I, believe it I mean, since I intended to wait and watch her adjust for at least another few hours. No need to rush my next satisfaction.



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But my cock was now only inches from her injury and she could sense it was headed in for some more . She started to pound on my back and shoulders. Her fists were clenched so hard that they hit like hammers in quick succession, like a jack hammer. I loved it even though it actually hurt and I knew I'd be bruised. I jerked up, when I'd had enough, and pinned her wrists to the bed. She was still trying to thrash me off and her hips managed to buck pretty good, sort of like a maniac but sexy and inviting. There was one way to settle her down, to stop her, for sure and she never thought I could be so mean and utterly uncaring, so indifferent to her humanity and her desperate plight.

What kind of bastard, what kind of monster knees a woman in the cunt when she's just had a clitorectomy? I suppose the kind who would section her nipples and force her to chew and swallow the severed piece while he did the exact same thing at the exact same time. A truly superb bastard, a sterling shit.

Anyhow, I kneed her good and she just jerked way up as far as her restraints would allow, stayed fully arched for about five seconds and then flopped down like a dead sweaty, clammy fish, out cold again. She'd been like a fucking bucking bronco and now she was just a fucking limp lump waiting.

I stared at her.

Assessing her.

I took plenty of time.

She was picture perfect and I took lots of them with my digital camera.

And now I didn't feel sorry for her anymore. Not at all, not fucking at all and, of course, that could never be good. How dare she pound me with her hammer fists. How dare she even raise her hand to me let alone hit me just because I wanted to give her new cunt a try out and a little lovin'. Oh yeah, a little TLC. My cock was so hard it hurt and I had fully intended to do her the first time after, when she was fully awake and aware, so she'd know it was coming because I'd tell her so, well in advance. But what difference if I fucked her out cold first? She wouldn't even feel it or know it, so when I did her conscious, it would still seem like the first time to her. It all made perfect sense to me and my member sort of wandered into her hole and next thing I knew I found myself thrusting her. She didn't feel all that much different. Her lining walls were the same, tight and slightly ridged, her cervix still got knob pummeled. Mainly it was just unlikely she'd ever orgasm again with her G spot gone. It made no difference to my plunging or pleasures and I left her well spunked after about twenty minutes of ramming and I collapsed on top of her quite relieved and self satisfied. This was one primo fuck, damaged or not.



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