chapter 8

He chuckles disparagingly, a look of sinister contempt on his face. "Fanny. Its not my job to make your probation easier. Now Fanny, I'm going to ask again, are you going to suck my cock now, or later?" You're stunned for a moment, but there's nowhere for you to go as his strong hands hold your cheeks, prying your mouth open once more. Your head is pressed into the chair's neck-rest and for a moment you picture yourself lying back, your legs high in the air and spread wide, your neck and head tilted back to accept his cock. You try to breathe deeply, shocked by his degrading treatment of you.

Fear and desire draw your stare to his cock as he guides it towards your open mouth. Only half erect, your fevered mind notices that it is uncircumcised, but it is your sense of smell that dominates your awareness. The locker-room smell of fresh sweat, of earthy arousal, of hormonal masculinity. You loose sight of his face as his crotch fills your field of view, and your eyes close tightly as the angry red head of his penis touches your lips, pushing past them to come to rest in the warm moist cavity of your mouth.

The feeling of fullness and pressure is alien, the sense of violation somehow more intimate in your mouth than in your pussy. Your try to tell yourself that it will be over soon, but you feel your vagina clench, your body responding eagerly to his cock even as your mind tries to resist. Unable to control your frustrated arousal, you feel your hips buck gently, ashamed to let him see the power he has over you, but helpless to resist it.

"Now Fanny, I'm sure you want to please your probation officer, don't you?" He laughs. "You know what to do." In truth, you don't. You've never performed oral sex on a man, and you're paralyzed with the unfamiliar and terrifying violation. You moan a soft protest, but you know you have no choice but to obey. His grip on your jaw slackens as your lips close instinctively around his shaft. Your mouth forms a vacuum as you suck gently, your tongue gingerly licking his frenulum. You panic for a moment as you feel him stiffen and grow inside you, unused to the sensation of your mouth being filled and used.

"Mmmm..." He sighs. "That's better. This is what your mouth is for, Fanny, to be used for my pleasure." He continues to talk as you feel his pelvis begin to rock gently, his cock making short thrusting motions in your mouth. The helpless vulnerability is unbearable as he fills your mouth, your desire to feel him fucking your pussy mixed with indignant rage at his casual rape of your face. You feel yourself choke, suddenly unable to breathe as he pushes deeper than you thought possible. You cough, spluttering as he pulls back, your relief at being able to breathe again is short lived as he plunges once more, harder and still deeper this time, his balls slapping against your face adding another indignity as you gag uncontrollably on his cock in your throat.

You spasm uselessly as his violation of you settles into a rhythmic thrusting, but your head is held firm in his hands. Your timid attempts to please him with your mouth are shoved aside by the animal urgency of his appetite, his relentless cock impaling your face again and again. You feel yourself drooling, disgusted by the sensation of your own spittle on your face and in your nose and as you cough and splutter between penetrations.

Mercifully your mind begins to blank out your brutal mouth rape, but your senses return as his rhythm shifts subtly. He grasps your neck roughly, skewering you on his thick cock as you feel his pubic bone and his balls press into your face. The head of his cock is deep in your convulsing throat. You hear his triumphant groan of pleasure as his cock pulses vigorously, your throat and mouth suddenly filled with the sharp salty taste of his cum. Desperation rises in you as your body cries out for air, unable to breath now through your nose or mouth. You feel your vision swim. "This is it." You think, a lone coherent thought in the babble of sensation in your head as you gasp and writhe like a landed fish.

Suddenly your airway is free again. The relief of air rushing back into your lungs is overwhelming as you inhale the strong smell of his ejaculate. The scent and taste of him permeates your body, spreading from your mouth into your throat and lungs in a final intimate desecration of your body. You continue to cough, gasping for air as you try to clear your mouth of his semen, knowing that the sensory memory of him will stay with you. You feel his hand stroke your cheek, and open your eyes to look up at him, grateful to breathe, while his gaze conveys his contempt for you. "My job is to make sure that the consequences of your crime are on your mind every minute of every day, Fanny."