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Ashley, Part Two

"The beat goes on..."

By Mister ZuluPublished 6 years ago 8 min read
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As the supermodel lay before him, a hunger of a different sort took ahold of Ryan. He’d lapped at Ashley’s dripping cooch like a kitten, the feel of that pussy twitching around his tongue…

Mmmm…just the thought of her vaginal muscles massaging it brought a smile to his face.

It also made him hard as a rock.

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Ashley couldn't stand it; the silence was driving her nuts. Whatever answer she expected Ryan to give, his body did for him, as a glob of precum formed at the plump pink head of his swollen, sweaty cock.

For a long moment, captive and captor dueled with the intensity of their eyes, hers brown, his blue.

Ryan could stand it no longer and jumped up upon the bed. Using one hand to hold her still and the other to spread her Miracle Whip and Ham scented quim wide open, he looked at Ashley one more time, licked his lips, winked and—with all the force he could muster—rammed half of his turgid length into the plush, pretty plumper.

Her screams, Ashley admitted to herself now, chained in the basement, a week later, awaiting the tragic end of her life… were not entirely in protest or pain.

Her body, she remembered, was not in full agreement with her tortured mind, as she began buck her hips upward, her bare pelvis smashing into Ryan’s dirty blonde pubes, slowly and deliberately until all of Ryan St. Ryan’s dick was fully buried to the hilt in Ashley Graham’s love-sauce covered love tunnel. The muscles of her soaking wet vaginal walls worked the thick, heavy dick within them with reckless abandon, coaxing more and more cum up from his testicles to the shaft of his dick, where it drooled out of the fat mushroom head as he rode her.

Their moans were a twisted concert. He filled the bedroom with horny grunts, as he enjoyed the slippery, satiny feel of his entree's tight cunt, pulling on his length like it was trying to devour it, sighing as it sucked a little more spunk out of his glistening, gushing glans. In return, she squealed—well—like a distressed piglet, not knowing whether or not to enjoy the final and admittedly most fantastic fuck of her life or let the horror of what the man screwing her ########### (Every time you see that, it's something that had to be removed, again, head here for the whole she-bang). Ryan mouthed Ashley's breasts whenever the opportunity presented itself, as Ashley savored the feel of his plump, fulsome balls slapping against her ass with every pump.

A good thirty five minutes later both of them were dripping in sweat, battling to see whose dam would break first. At long last, the stud couldn't hold his seed back anymore, and with one final thrust and a heady roar, his testicles released their nectar, the hot head of his dick spewing rope after rope of his sexual essence, splurting and splashing inside the plus-sized model, giving a final satisfied moan as he finished painting the inside of Ashley's birth canal white with his rich, gooey semen. Ashley smirked for a moment—both from the fact that one of the world's sexiest men had cum before her and that the sperm leaking out from her slit tickled her sensitive, well-squeezed butt cheeks—before she followed suit, thrashing her pretty head to and fro, breasts flopping with rapturous joy, and throatily screaming in pleasure as her cunt drenched the penis within her with warm, tangy juice.

"Ohhhh...poor baby," Ashley purred, running her pink tongue over her thick, swollen lips, "You couldn't keep all that...nice, hot..cuuuummm..in you anymore, huh? W-went and came all inside...of meee."

Ryan laughed. "Maybe so, bitch... but the next time I cum inside a girl," leaning down to whisper in her ear—the cruelty oozing from his sex-roughened voice, "some of the protein innit…," simultaneously squeezing a ripe breast and thumbing the still diamond hard nipple upon it, "is gonna come from 'ere," and grabbing a slippery ass cheek before sliding his hand between the half-moons, savoring the feel of her glutes sandwiching him, "and here..."

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The pain ############### into the land of the living several hours later, finding herself in Ryan St. Ryan's basement, laying on a bed of straw, tethered by her neck to the wall with a dog chain, a small trough full of animal feed at her side, waiting for the final day of what was--at least up until that point--a pretty good life.

"You're a big gal, Ash," Ryan had chuckled, #########################################################

Again, the asshole came down the stairs, fought the Amazon-sized woman to a standstill and hog-tied her. She waited for him to stuff more pig feed down her gullet. He looked the girl over, felt the extra heft her food rations had added on to her already ample frame. He backed the girl up into a corner and propped her up on her knees. ##############

...the silence within the stall was broken with the sound of the zipper of Ryan's pants being yanked down. ##############.

What she wasn't expecting was the sound of something being squirted out, the ripe sour scent of mustard, and Ryan moaning softly. When she finally opened her eyes, she was assailed by a morbid, and yet morbidly mouthwatering sight: Ryan's fully engored, plump, pink dick, his pubes shaved clean. And with a zigzag of yellow mustard starting at the base of his package and ending with a droplet of the condiment nestled in the yawning mouth of his glans.

A bit of yellow, of course, mixed with a small glob of white mayonnaise--the kind that could only be produced by the balls of a horny, well endowed beefcake.

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Oddly enough, even after all she'd been through, this is what finally broke her—the sight of ####### dick made up like a twisted impersonation of an Oscar Meyer Weiner.

"No," was all Ashley said, before opening her mouth wide and taking in half of a French's iced hard-on, slurping on the trembling, salty living flesh being pressed into the roof of her mouth with her tongue, her eyes rolling back in her head, lovingly taking in all of Ryan's rich, sweet-sour flavor.

"If you b-bite...Oh gawwwdd, yeah-ssss...bite me, you f-fucking cow, I'll...uhhhhh..."

"Not gonna bite youuu…," Ashley released his throbbing cock from her mouth. "T-Told you...told you to eat meeee…"

"Ahhhhhh-uhhh-hahhhh..." Ryan couldn't even form words as the supermodel lapped at the head of his dick like a Blow Pop, nipping at it and smirking at the man who had broken her and would put her back together as his dinner flinching every time.

"Y-you can..mmmmmmm….," Ashley looked up at him pleading, then back down at his cock, on the verge of bursting, "...want...want more...of you...," staring longingly at his length, then popped her head back up at him, "With Mayo..."

She got his plump peener slathered with Miracle Whip, wolfing down the mix of mayonnaise and man-naise when he came down her throat, howling at the pleasure.

Ashley gave him the most sincere, beautiful smile she could muster. And then asked for thirds.

This time she wanted ketchup.

And mustard again, this time on his balls, which she hungrily slurped and even bit, bit hard enough to leave a mark.

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"Sorry." And Ashley returned to her "meal."

Finally, finally she had her fill of Ryan's sucked dry sausage, the man leaning against a pillar, trying to catch his breath.

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"...not alive."

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One way, they discovered years ago, to relieve the boredom of being alive when pretty much everyone else wasn't.

To escape the horror and heartache of losing everything and everyone they ever fucking loved.

The only way their broken minds knew how to express the love they had for one another.

In a putrid, festering nuclear nightmare that used to be the western United States, in an even worse nightmare that used to be the world itself.

All because a mentally retarded reality star shoved his hand down on a shiny red button when he was told he didn't get to be President anymore.

And a cabal of five terrorists followed answered back with an act of cruelty and utter stupidity of their own.

As Ryan bit down on her gushing, LIVING, twat, a thought passed through the minds of both predator and prey.

Though, it was only Ashley who voiced it out loud, between screams of crippling pain and joyous rapture:

"Thank God for Magic!!"

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This is but a small part of an illuminating history—

—of the battle between the forces of Technology and Magic.

Without preamble, the world exploded with a hundred flaming fireballs.

It began with a bomb, set off by six terrorists.

One of which was the "leader" of the Free World...

And it was now, that they returned...

Elves and Dwarves and Fairies and Ogres and Trolls...

...The Daughters and Sons of their Chosen Champions...

...And other creatures of what had once been considered Fantasy and Fiction...

THE true ancestors of man.

And how they sent out many an emissary, years and years and years before.

Not to stop the terror that befell the planet.

For there was no possible way to save it.

But to seek out those among man who were worthy of a very wonderful gift.

Those who truly deserved to live.

Those were destined to save what was left of it.

Sometimes...those gifts fell into the wrong hands...

...or like the Amazonion Eloi Ashley and the Spriggan Ryan—

...hands who did not know how to use them...yet.

More often than not, they didn't.

This warped little love story is but one of very, very many.

Of how they thrived and suffered. And suffered and thrived.

Of how the True Ancestors of Man and their Champions, the Children of Elliolah and Spyrgianne reclaimed the world...

...that was rightfully, and always, theirs...

….

I'm dead serious...Why the Fuck are you laughing?!

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Mister Zulu

Fetish artist who's been drawing weird and slightly erotic stuff since 2007.

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