"Oh... my god..." Ellie moaned helplessly. Her eyes were tearing up and her mouth was wide open. The look on her face was one of pure terror. "You are so fucking strong...!" she screamed. "So fucking hard...!"
She kept gasping for air, but couldn't get enough to breathe properly. It hurt so much! There was blood everywhere, all over her clothes. She felt like she had been tortured for hours. When she tried to move at all, it hurt even more. Even when she did manage to take a deep breath or two, there was still pain in every inch of her body.
The Riddler had taken his time with her. He'd started by throwing her around and repeatedly punching her really hard in the stomach. Every punch sent shockwaves of pain through her body and made her almost throw up. Then he'd choked her until she could hardly breathe. One of his big strong hands was already enough to envelop Ellie's throat, so he used his other hand to slap her in the face, over and over again. After that he'd used a knife to cut off her clothes, exposing her pale, weak, naked body. He then proceeded to use his bare hands to slap her flat tits and puffy cunny mercilessly.
He'd forced her head down into the ground, her face hitting the cold cement floor of the cellar. Then he'd tied her up with rope, making sure she couldn't escape. Once he was done with that, he took out his cock. She knew what it meant, and the thought made her whole body tremble, both in fear and excitement. She was terrified of him raping her. But she hadn't said anything because she didn't want him to stop. She wanted it to happen.
He spread her legs apart and positioned himself between them. He pushed himself inside her, stretching her tight hole wide open. She bit her lip as his cock penetrated her body. A mixture of pain and pleasure ran through her. She gasped loudly, trying not to cry out.
It hurt so bad. At first, the feel of his cock rubbing against her sensitive tissues thrilled her. The pain eventually turned her on. She liked the way it felt. Especially when he grabbed her hair and pulled it back, exposing her once pretty face, now covered up in bruises and scratches.
Then his thrusting became faster and harder. She felt herself being stretched wider than ever before. It hurt like hell, but she didn't care. She wanted it to happen. She wanted his cock inside her. And her cunny was dripping with excitement. Every time he hit her cervix, her muscles tightened around his shaft. And that made him fuck her even more savagely.
At some point she stopped caring about how much it hurt. She just let him do whatever he wanted. His cock felt so good. His balls slapped against her clit, sending shockwaves all the way to her toes. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into the carpet, desperate to keep from screaming.
"Mmmm..." the Riddler grunted. "that's more like it. You're such a good girl."
His words only served to make her hornier. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. Instead, she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her body. She whimpered and writhed under his assault, desperate to get fucked by him.
Finally, his thrusts became faster and harder. Her body began to shake uncontrollably and she cried out, unable to hold back any longer. She came hard, making the Riddler grunt loudly. As she came, she lost control over her lower body, flooding his dick with her hot, golden juices. He pounded her cunny relentlessly, and soon after that she felt him unloading inside her. The Riddler groaned as his seed started pouring deep inside her, filling her womb.
When he finally pulled out of her, Ellie collapsed onto the floor. She was covered in sweat, dried up blood, cum and piss. Her entire body was trembling. There was a horrible burning sensation in her cunny, but it felt incredibly good.
Her head was spinning. She was completely drained. She could barely move. Every single muscle ached. She looked up at the man who was holding her captive. He smiled down at her. "That was fun," he said.
She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't find the strength.
"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet," he continued. "I haven't even begun to use you."