“Oh no, he’s about to cum” snarled the interrogator. She hurried off the table she had laid back on and rushed over to Brutus. Grabbing hold of his thick slimy co*ck she yanked upward, unsheathing his co*ck from the young lady it was buried deep inside. “No no no, we ain’t done yet bitch” she said, grinning down at the slender body, tied up in front of her. It had been her task to get information out of quiet, a notoriously difficult task.
Brutus feeling his impending org*sm, frustratedly thrust forward, trying to rebury himself within the tight hole positioned beneath him. His co*ck bounced of her pubis, sliding up her torso and punching the underside of one of quiet’s breasts. He stepped back again, trying desperately to give himself the sweet release that has been held back over the last month since his last breed. Again he thrust forward, this time pushing against her asshole, but not quite slipping inside the tight orifice. The interrogator tried to get him under control, but he kept thrusting, missing his mark again and again.
She tried to pull him down off the railing that was keeping his front half suspended in the air. He stepped back and down off the log reluctantly, but he didn’t enjoy having his reigns tugged on. He flicked his head left and then right, and an almighty smack resounded though the barn as the bustier woman was spun around, sent stumbling towards the tables. Her wide hips caught on the edge of the table she had been masturbating on not moments before; the momentum slamming her torso down into the table, crushing her tit* beneath her own weight and practically folding the woman in half.
Brutus could now see a new opportunity. He walked over to the dazed woman and reared up onto the table, each foot narrowly missing the interrogator’s shoulders. He trust forward, punching her butt cheek with his thick co*ck; it instantly started to redden from the impact. Another thrust forward sent his co*ck sliding up through her cavernous crack. He rubbed himself there for a second, enjoying the soft orbs of flesh envelop the sides of his co*ck. Pulling his hips backwards slightly, his co*ck slid down the crack until it rubbed against her moistened puss*. He pushed forward, but her body wasn’t ready to accept such a large package. Brutus’ monstrous strength only forced the co*ck to slide up again and rub against her back.
Brutus lay down upon his front knees, crushing and trapping the busty woman beneath him, pinning her to the table and preventing his co*ck from sliding away from its intended target. He once again lined up and thrust, hard, the lubrication soaking her puss* only sliding the co*ck up and away from her breeding hole; then it caught friction, burrowing into her unprepared asshole. Pain tore through her body as the thick co*ck rammed its way inside.
She awoke screaming, Shouting at Brutus to get off of her. He was rutting as hard as he possibly could, she could feel the large co*ck going in and out, hollowing her out, shifting her organs to make space for the huge rod of f*ckmeat. After several hard thrusts he could feel his org*sm once again building up, threatening to paint the inside of this bitch white.
With one hard deep thrust, he bottomed out; His balls tensed and pulsated, they forced out a huge volume of off-white cream. She could feel a pressure building within, she knew his load was huge; she had used it to finish people off after past interrogations. Panic set in realising she had to escape; she reached out and started clawing at the table in front of her, hoping to get some kind of grip and pull herself out from under this beast. But he wasn’t having any of it, his folded legs were stopping her shoulders from moving forward even if she gained any traction. Then it happened, the pressure that was building inside her had to release; it couldn’t go back, her asshole was blocked, stretched so tight around the 20 inch rod holding it open.
She felt the horrible need to vomit, then it came, a surge of white foamy cum, jetting out of her mouth; soaking her scrabbling hands, making them slimy and preventing any kind of escape. Her world turned dark as cum blocked her airways.
Brutus, finally had release, but with his co*ck lodged deep within her he wasn’t yet satisfied. He smashed their hips together with renewed purpose. A couple hours later and Brutus was still going strong; cum running down and dripping off of his heavy nuts, her asshole must have finally sprung a leak. Quiet had managed to break free of her bonds and looked on in shock, but also sheer relief overcame her that it hadn’t been her. Her womb still aching from the direct pounding it had taken earlier, but she wobbled to her feet, and snuck her way past the still rutting horse and out of the barn.
