EXTRACT FOR
Trapped In The Asylum
(Kelly Addams)

Ashley moaned softly as she felt her toes break contact with the floor, and faced with the option of fall backwards helpless, or grasp his shoulders she chose the latter.

His nails dug deeper and deeper.

Her clit, nipples and shame grew harder and stronger as the pain pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. She loved her pussy play rough, but he was taking it to extremes she'd never imagined possible.

His free hand grasped and twisted a breast, then pinched a throbbing nipple between finger and thumb, the pressure increasing steadily until Ashley was panting and mewling.

"Well, you are a little ginger surprise." He chuckled.

"Very interesting."

Open mouthed, Ashley couldn't respond, she was in the embrace of an orgasm more intense than any she'd ever experienced before.

He pinched her erect nipple harder and grinned as she began to shudder.

"Most bitches are screaming by the time I've done this. The fucking head nurse pissed herself just as I lifted the fat bitch from the floor. But not you!" He lifted her a little higher, his strength astounding, holding her six inches from the ground, by two fingers buried in her cunt, and not even breaking a sweat.

Ashley groaned louder and began to pant harder.

"Very fucking interesting," he repeated, "And my oh my, what an impressive clit. Damn girl it's almost as fucking long and thick as my cock."

Ashley groaned, she knew that her meat stick had swollen, it was unavoidable. She also knew that she was a rarity amongst girls, hers wasn't a bud like a petite pink coffee bean, it was more like a meaty frankfurter, a full five inches when fully erect... and as thick as her thumb.

And too sensitive she gasped as his fingers released her nipple and headed south.

Whimpering she looked down and watched his nails scrape the full length of her clit, her eyes flicked to his, she saw the mixture of arousal and malice in his expression. This was a man who lived to abuse women.

"Are you scared, bitch?" he asked, his tone so casual and cold that it was threatening.

"Yes." Ashley gasped, "Yes I am. Please don't hurt me."

"Don't hurt you?" he laughed, "I'm a psychopath, not a fucking idiot... that's exactly what you want me to do. You really are one twisted, fucked up bitch. Do you really think I don't know that your cunt juice is dripping from my hand because you're so turned on and excited? Do you really think I didn't know that you'd cum when I pinched your nipple. And do you think that I'm stupid enough to believe that you won't cum again when I twist and crush that massive fucking clit?" He trapped her swollen shaft between his wrist and fingernails, slowly digging deeper as he watched her expression. "You're the type of chick who comes here alone with just one thing in mind... and that's how she's gonna manage to get left alone with the crazies? Well bitch, you got your wish, because I'm the fucking craziest of them all."