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she had been a normal woman with a normal sex life. Then she had been abducted and drugged, and within a very short time had found herself enjoying being fucked in the ass for the first time in her life, and then being fist-fucked to the point where, suddenly, she knew she would not be able to do without the experience again. She wanted it, and wanted it badly, and wanted it at once. And all her pride rose up at having to admit it to someone who was intent on tormenting her, a sadist who had paid to abuse a bound and blindfolded woman. But she had no choice. The man was waiting for an answer.
    “I’m waiting for an answer,” the man said as though reading her mind.
    “Yes,” she said softly.
    “Yes what?” he prodded.
    “Yes, I want you to shove your big fist up my juicy cunt,” she said.
    The man chuckled. Constance felt his fingers trailing up and down her crotch, his hot, lewd fingers casually stroking her most intimate parts. The sheer shamelessness of it all brought an unaccustomed blush to her cheeks.
    “Let’s try this first,” he said, and insinuated one finger into her asshole.
    Constance sucked her breath in. The sensation was sharp and unexpected, and not without an edge of pleasure around the initial burst of pain. He withdrew it and she felt his hand return to smear a huge glob of warm lubricant between her ass cheeks. He tamped it inside her and then, rudely, shoved three fingers into the puckered hole. The pain was intense and she tried to pull away but she could not budge an inch. Instead, she let out a loud howl of protest. The only reaction to that was mirthless laughter.
    “Loosen up, sweetheart,” the man said, “because I ain’t gonna stop till I got my fist up your pretty little ass. I wanna prove that fags ain’t the only people that can do it.”
    “Oh no,” she whispered. “You can’t. I can’t. You’ll kill me. You’ll tear me apart.”
    In response he pulled out his three fingers, giving her a second’s respite and then shoved four in. She let out another wild cry, but she noticed that it had a shade more drama than actuality in it for indeed she was loosening up and the insertion of four fingers did not cause noticeably more discomfort than three had a few minutes earlier. He twisted his hand and twirled the fingers around in her asshole. She lay there, bound, open, spread wide for his use, and could do nothing but push down to try to relax the opening to save herself damage, but in the process gave him the pleasure and satisfaction of watching her open to him, and further began to experience no little amount of pleasure herself.
    “Oh my God, I’m beginning to enjoy it,” she said to herself.
    The man pulled his fingers out and paused. She knew what would come next and she hung in the balance between fear and desire. She was terrified at the possibility and yet her heart beat in expectation at such an outrageous act, something she would never have ordinarily even thought of trying.
    He slipped the five fingers of his hand, brought together in a point, into her asshole. And he pushed straight in right up to the line of the first knuckle. With someone at liberty to move, he would have had to pace himself, but since Constance was perfectly bound, he could go as quickly as he liked. He pushed further until all his fingers were in up to the second knuckle. Constance was at the breaking point and felt as though he must tear her apart.
    “Take a deep breath,” he said.
    She did, and squeezed her eyes tight. Then, with a single abrupt gesture, he curled his fingers under, balling the entire hand into a fist, and thrusting forward at the same time. In a single fluid movement, he had slipped his entire fist into her asshole.
    Her first and overwhelming reaction was one of profound and complete rapture. She had never known anything so absolutely wonderful in her life. It provided a sensation so unique, so fantastic, so far beyond anything she had imagined possible, that she was