He pushed. Slowly. Then slammed.
Blood came out of her anal. Thin lines of red streaking down her thighs as she screamed and screamed and screamed into the barrier that ate every sound. He fucked her anal for an hour. An hour of relentless, mechanical, unbroken pounding while the other three watched, while the tall one lay wrecked and leaking beside them, while the arrogant one's throat slowly recovered the shape of a human throat.
Pah pah pah pah pah pah pah pah pah!
When he finally pumped his thick load into her bowels, her belly bloated. Round and swollen, as if she had gotten pregnant in the wrong hole, and she lay there, twitching, her anal gaping around his shaft, her eyes seeing nothing at all.
He pulled out. His cock, finally, seemed the faintest bit limp.
