Elegant In Its Simplicity 2 (Patreon)

“No! Don’t stop!” she keened. “Please, I’m ready to come, I’m almost there!”

“Don’t worry about that, fraulein,” Cap grunted as he tossed Katrina onto the nearby bed, her body naked except for one stocking and one sleeve. “I’ve got something that’s guaranteed to get you there.”

“What?” Katrina asked, more not understanding what he was talking about in her delirium than wanting to know what it was.

“Guess,” Cap told her, grinning lewdly as he ripped off the bottom half of his costume like it was no more than Saran wrap—which in his powerful grip, it virtually was.

“Oh shit!” Katrina gasped, staring at his huge cock, seeming even bigger than when it had bulged through his costume now that it was upthrust, towering above a massive pair of testes. “Shit—no—my little pussy could never take such a big—fuck!”

“But it’s going to,” Cap panted, stroking his hand back and forth on his length, sending his thick foreskin up and down its knob. “When a girl plays with her pussy like you do, she’s just begging to be fucked.”

“Not by a monster like that!” whined Katrina. “It’ll split me in half!”

“Uh-huh,” Cap slurred, drooling a little as his eyes lavished attention on her naked body, never growing bored of it. His interest only getting keener as his anticipation grew, like his jutting erection was doing. “And both halves of you are going to love it!”

“You’re not even Aryan—not with those squinty eyes!” Katrina sobbed, horrified. “I’m still a virgin… saving myself for a proper member of the master race!”

Cap only grinned. “Don’t worry. When I’m finished with you, you’ll definitely be thinking I’m superior.”

Katrina felt her heart pounding hard, seeming to follow the beat with which Cap stroked his huge cock as he crouched over her. Staring at his broad purple cockhead, Katrina knew it would be the definitive end to her virginity—a shattering of her whole world up til now.

“Don’t you dare!” she fumed, able only to watch helplessly as his hands spread her thighs to make room for his throbbing manhood. “You can’t! You’re not allowed!”

She desperately tried to juke to the side, but his strength held her down as easily as a man would a piece of paper. His hands kept her legs as widespread as he’d made them in the first place and Katrina felt herself quiver—anticipation, excitement, fear, all mingled—knowing the certainty that the giant cock he’d brought to bear would soon be inside her.

“Wait until I tell my uncle about this!” she screeched.

“He’s not really my type, but if you want to give him a referral, be my guest.”

His hot thick precum dripped onto her inner thigh as his swollen member approached. Captain Marvel was puffing air in and out like an enraged bull, even as his body moved slowly to cover hers. Feeling his engorged knob brush against her labia, Katrina bit her lip. She couldn’t believe it. She was really about to be despoiled. She began to hyperventilate…

“Don’t you want to watch it go in?” Cap asked, placing his huge cockhead against her tiny opening. “It’s really something, I can tell you that…”

“I’ll kill you!” she cried out. “You’re dead!”

“Then I guess I’m going out with a bang.”

Excruciating pain suddenly seared into Katrina, occupying her entire body as Cap’s massive prick was taking up her virginal opening. Spreading it wide and using all of it. Katrina clawed at his godlike body with her fingernails—all she could think to do as she writhed in agony, feeling herself being stuffed, more and more of her inner space stuffed.

She’d never been aware before of how much room there was inside her. Cap was actually making room inside her; stretching her tiny sex until his enormous cock fit.

“Take it out!” she shrieked. “Take it out! There’s no room! You’re killing me!”

“That’s a small price to pay for how good this feels,” Cap moaned, leering right into his face as he filled her. “Just think: once I’ve gotten you broken in, we can do this over and over again.”

Rolling his hips forward, the lust-crazed hero forced more and more of himself deep into Katrina’s unused womanhood.

“OH MEIN GOTT!” Katrina roared. “I can’t take this! There’s so much of it! Too much! Please, no more! I can’t take anymore! There’s nowhere left for it to go!”

“There will be,” Cap promised her.

With no other acknowledgment of her pain, he gave another vicious pump of his hips. Katrina felt his bloated balls press up against her ass, bristling with hair, and realized he’d entirely entered her. Panic truly set in as she recalled just how big he was: now every last inch of that girthy cock was inside her virgin pussy.

“Shit, shit, you fucked me!” she sobbed. “I’m ruined… I’m a whore…”

“Not yet,” Cap groaned, feeling her cunt convulsing around his throbbing shaft, roiling with a massaging pressure that could not come from an unwilling source. “Give me a few minutes. Then you’ll really start to appreciate it!”

“Bastard! Bastard!” Katrina whined, turning her face away when he tried to kiss her with his smiling lips.

She’d never experienced anything so painful in her entire life, though she’d often inflicted such hurt. If only it were her uncle’s cock inside her instead of this mad animal taking a delight in tormenting her…

Katrina trembled, fear and pain, then gasped with relief, sucking in air as Cap slowly withdrew from her. But it was only for another cruel thrust. He pulled out until only his mammoth cockhead remained inside her, and with only it through her gates, nothing else, Katrina’s folds quaked and had room for some warm feeling, a pleasant tingling that took up the pain-soaked tissues where his enormity had been.

Then Cap lunged into her again, brutally demanding all over her tortured womanhood around his thick length once more. Panting, grunting, Cap rhythmically thrust his way in and out of her raw sex. Making it more and more well-used.

As the onslaught continued, that strangely exciting feeling continued. Slowly, at first, but growing rapidly. Taking up the space that the pain left as it fled. Katrina was too overwhelmed to realize when she wasn’t hurting anymore, only being pleasured—it felt like suddenly her body was responding to what Cap was doing to it, greedy for it instead of afraid.

Although her cunt was sore, the slippery friction of his cock plunging in and out of her sent waves of pleasure through her body that were impossible to ignore. After several minutes of being buffeted by enjoyment, Katrina had to admit how good it was. Unconsciously, her body writhed upward into his thrusts.

“Do you like that? Do you like my big cock now that it’s all the way in?” Cap grunted into her ear.

Katrina didn’t answer, but he knew from the way her sex pulled and squeezed at his swollen member that she was delighting in what he was doing. The ecstasy mounted inside her, expressed in how her tightening inner muscles sucked at his erection.

Even though the pain no longer flared inside her, he still felt unbelievably huge in her slender canal. So much so that Katrina was still shocked that he fit. But she’d never experienced such a magnificent feeling either. It was like nothing but a man’s prick—and no one but a man like Captain Marvel—could reach the amazing pleasures hidden inside her.

“Oh, yes,” she cooed, throwing her arms around Cap’s broad shoulders. “I love it. I love having all of it inside me.”

“I thought you might. But we’re just getting started.”

“Yes! YES!” Katrina squealed. “Really fuck me now! I don’t care if it hurts like before! Now I know how good it can be!”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Cap panted. “I’m not gonna be done with my new cock holster for a loooong time…”

His prick swelled inside her, bigger and longer with each luscious stroke. He slammed his thick length into her with all the strength Katrina could take. And now that her wet, slippery pussy had accepted what it was to be used for—what it was made for—she enjoyed every moment of being cocked.

“FUCK! YES! FUCK!” she babbled to him, clinging tightly to his majestic physique, trying to force her sucking womanhood up to the thick base of his member even as he continuously hammered it down into her. “I LOVE IT—LOVE BEING A COCK HOLSTER! USE ME OVER AND OVER AGAIN!”

Spurred on by Katrina’s ecstatic delight, Cap fucked into her like a wild animal, showing little of the control he was nonetheless using to avoid slamming her through the floorboards. Every violent drive of his cock lifted her dimpled ass right off the bed as she rode his huge erection to more ecstasy than she’d dreamed was possible.

“YES, BABY, YES!” Katrina cried as he went even faster with his bulling thrusts. “OOH SWEET ADOLF, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT!”

Crazed with the sexual joy possessing her, Katrina grasped Cap’s handsome face and pulled him down until they were mouth to mouth. His tongue went through her open lips and she sucked passionately at it, all while throwing her thrilled cunt up to the hilt of his magnificent endowment.

“More, honey, harder!” she screamed. “Give me as much fucking as that big beautiful dick can dish out!”

“And you thought you wouldn’t like it,” Cap said smugly. “Let me give you something that’ll have to satisfy you.”

“Yes, lover, anything!” Katrina moaned, wrapping her arms and legs around his big, muscular physique—distantly feeling the cloth that still sheathed one arm and one leg. Reminders of the ravishment that this sex had started as. It seemed a lifetime since she’d been so foolish as to spurn him. “Do anything you like to me! Just don’t take away that prick!”

Rearing back, Cap slammed the full length of his endowment into her with enough power to blow out the bed beneath her. Its legs splintered into nothingness and the bedframe slapped against the floor hard enough to dislodge the mattress pad, which curled up around them.

“THAT’S IT! THAT’S WHAT I WANT!” Katrina screeched, out of her mind with delirious pleasure. “COCK HOLSTER, I’M YOUR COCK HOLSTER!”

Sensing now that Katrina had some of the strength of her infamous uncle—and why not, when she could fly as well?—Cap pounded his massive club into her with the brute force of a jackhammer.

“Yessssss,” Katrina slurred, losing control of her faculties as she was swamped in decadent enjoyment. She dug her bare heels into Cap’s taut ass to drive him on. “More! More, you big cock motherfucker! Christ, it’s all in me—all fucking me—really am a cock hol… st…”

She lost her train of thought, no words remaining in her head except for a babble of nonsense syllables as she came for the first time. “Mmm! Ghh! NNH!”

Slamming into her so hard he could hear the floorboards creak under the wounded mattress, Cap suddenly felt the hot cum in his balls frothing, refusing to be denied. His cock jerked, pounding deliriously, potent sperm swelling his already thick shaft. The throbbing in his prick was pure ecstasy, white-hot seed charging towards its glorious release.

“Here it comes, slut!” he groaned. “Here’s as full as your sweet cunt is going to get!”

“Oh yes, YES!” Katrina squealed in exhilaration, throwing her legs up in a high vee around Cap’s pistoning hips. It did not even occur to her that she might get pregnant, that her once-hated despoilment was nearly complete. “Finish me off! Give me your cum! Fill me full of it!”

Maddened with passion as his ejaculation took over his body, Cap’s entire frame jerked spasmodically, his convulsions growing more intense with each stroke he gave to the Nazi.

“OH SHIT!” he roared, rearing back and giving Katrina one final thrust to totally fill her, hilting in her to ensure not one drop of cum would go outside her receptive body. “TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE EVERY LAST DROP!”

The feel of thick hot sperm flooding her sex took Katrina’s ecstasy to a new level. The force of the explosion punted her ass down into the bedsprings of the rent mattress; then the next eruption broke the floorboards underneath the mattress.

Katrina was absolutely overwhelmed, capable of only squeezing her limbs tighter around Cap’s body as it blessed her with a plateau of sexual bliss she was instantly addicted to. “I’M COMING TOO! FUCK, FUCK, I’M COMING! HEIL CAPTAIN MARVEL! HEIIIILLLLL!”

Holding to his obscenely powerful body, Katrina locked up in a rictus, limbs stricken in paralyzed tightness to the grip that would keep her receiving all the seed Cap had to give. All that moved was her cunt, writhing and spasming, helplessly convulsing around his shooting cock. Her orgasm blanked out her mind, again and again, as more and more cum stuffed her belly.

Until, finally—not that it made any difference at that point—Katrina’s climax subsided enough for her mind to no longer flare with pleasure. After which point it gratefully short-circuited, Katrina passing from an enthralled overload of sexual delight straight into unconsciousness.

Only her lungs and cunt continued working, her overstimulated folds still roiling around Cap’s prick, and finding plenty to massage even in its limpness.

Finally feeling a degree of mercy for the villainess now that her mind was broken for the foreseeable future, Cap rolled onto his back, pulling Katrina on top of him with her still ecstatic pussy continuing to work his cock. The Wisdom of Solomon told him that Katrina would never again do anything to place the source of this sensual paradise in jeopardy, much less harm him. Or anyone else, if he forbade it.

As soon as she recovered from her first dose of the ecstasy that had broken her fascist will, he would set about starting her on her new life as a good girl.

Not that he would treat her like that. In fact, the Wisdom of Solomon seemed to have a lot of ideas on just how he should treat her, now that she was utterly devoted to him.

After all, the guy’d had something like four hundred wives. So he knew exactly how to keep someone like Katrina happy.