When Elvira Met Bettie Chapter 30 (Patreon)

Gordon waited, an unwilling witness to Bettie and her new lover. It was beyond belief. He had heard of donkey shows—even seen a few dog acts—but those were unnatural, the province of utterly used-up whores. The last leg of the journey for drug addicts before the train came to a stop. A girl like Bettie… sweet and innocent and beautiful… he could never have imagined her allowing this to happen to her.

He’d thought that she had a dark side, but nothing like this. He couldn’t understand such a good girl really being an absolute slut.

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Bettie’s mind was a whirlwind of emotion and sensation. Her entire head pounded with the blood racing through her body, coming up from her stricken cunt with the red-hot feeling from Kron’s entry into her. Searing her mind with it. Burning into her memories and flaming her sense of self.

She was bent underneath the wild man, Kron, bowed over like a tree buckling under the force of a hurricane. She quivered and convulsed, raked with this agony that refused to be just agony. It was something more. Something sensual. Bettie felt as though a baseball bat had been wedged inside her, but it didn’t hurt.

This strange force of nature, heavy and thick and irregularly shaped, living instead of dead. All around it, all inside her, spasms of weird, rising desire slammed through Bettie’s nerve endings. She was sickened by them, fearful of them—she tried to fight them off. But Kron only continued to fuck her and she could only keep enjoying it, as much as she could ever enjoy something so horrifying.

An all-encompassing denial rose in her. She feared it feeling better, feared the pleasure overcoming her revulsion and what she might do if she weren’t so repelled by what was happening to her. She tried to again work herself free of Kong’s piercing hardness, but he wouldn’t let her deny herself this feeling. He growled her into submission, while his powerful hands tightened possessively on the waist they fully encompassed.

He thrust into her, again, again, a white-hot firebrand that would not stop until it had taught her who her unthinkingly clenched womanhood belonged to. It was already open enough now to take all of his member, but his hammering strokes forced it even wider. More of the pain of stretching.

He had to get his lengthy prick deeper and deeper inside her body, not stopping until he owned all the luscious delight Bettie held within her. Her helplessly spread thighs felt like they would never close again!

Kron sensed her resign herself to surrender, giving into his demands on her naked flesh. It stirred distant memories of before, when he had not been the last of his kind. When many females of his own breed had been his to select and conquer.

But long eons had passed since there had been others like him. Now there were only these frail, nigh-hairless things. But they sated his lust admirably. Exhilarating passion raged through his bestial body as he watched Bettie’s spine flex, her upper body dropping down until face and breasts were flattened against the soft muck below.

Her soft white buttocks rising in offering to his savage assault. All reservations about the pleasure she was feeling had drained out of the female—forced out by his conquest.

His hardened prick sloshed out of her passage, then charged back in, not stopping until all of it was buried in her clenching female heat. His swollen balls swung into the soft dampness of her pubic thatch, slapping the curled hair against her skin.

Remorselessly, Kron thrust, plunging himself into Bettie’s yielding sex, hearing her pleased moans and feeling the trembling gratitude of her smooth white buttocks. Flattened against his belly and quivering with satisfaction as he skewered Bettie with the last inch of his hot driving phallus.

Bettie’s mind was all but overwhelmed by the obscenity of her mating with this thing—perched somewhere between a virtual stranger and a wild animal—but she could still feel the sensuous incitement his enormous cock was setting off in her, again and again.

At first, his lustful entry had nearly overcome her with an excruciating spike in sensation; both pain and pleasure that were too much for her senses to process. But now, the hurt was fading. She could almost forget the stark, shameful horror of being ravaged.

It was so much easier to think only of the long, thick flesh that was pumping into her. All that could register in Bettie’s mind was what she was feeling in the tender, well-opened tightness of her womanhood.

Like a well-oiled piston, his manhood reamed into her vulnerable sex. In a breath he had it all the way inside, fully taking her vainly resisting passage. Then it was back out again—back in just as quickly.

Bettie fought for desperate breath, strained tears running down her cheeks as she sought to both withstand and savor the immense sensations warring inside her. Her inferno of a mind sought once more to be free, eyes rolling up in her head as she blacked out, but the next ramming charge brought her back to herself, the endless present of unfettered satiation.

She couldn’t get loose of this fucking any more than her convulsing body could escape Kron’s grasp. It was like a curse she’d been afflicted with—a part of her she both hated and loved—a sea change in her life that she would have to endure the rest of her days. Never again could she not know how good this felt. The delight she was capable of feeling. The satisfaction she’d found only in despoilment.

The beast-man was unremitting, fucking endlessly into the liquid acceptance between her lewdly parted thighs. The pain was still there, burning, but dissolving—leaking into impossible signals of arousal, reawakening those lustful surges that his hot tongue had first made her feel.

It’s a sin, was all Bettie could think. Not to be overcome, not to be ravished, but to enjoy it… yet she couldn’t help herself. If she were a sinner for enjoying this rather than loathing it, let her be a sinner.

More sensations followed on the heels of the pleasure she let herself feel. She experienced the texture of his sleekly furred coat, clawing sensually over her splayed buttocks. She pressed her cheek down into the cool mire, felt the mud surround her tingling breasts and chill them as they burned.

Her mind reeled with the mad intoxication of what was occurring. She was being taken by some form of wild animal, some primordial man, as though she were a filly of his own species.

Was this really happening?

Could it possibly be a wet dream?

She’d experienced staggering depths of horror in nightmares—magical happiness in good dreams—could the same be true for eroticism?

No. The steely hard phallus that was so vividly filling her had to be real. Nothing from her imagination could make her feel so passionate. She was being fucked, no, rutted until the joy of it almost killed her.

Her mouth was last to turn traitor. She simply couldn’t stay quiet while feeling so much lust. “OOHH… OOOH… yes, yes… keep going! F-fuck me! Fuck me so hard!” Bettie whispered in a tremulous voice, twisting her dirty face around to gape at the panting brute pumping into her so harshly.

She was impaled, stuffed with him all the way to his bloated testes. Mindlessly reveling in heights of ecstasy she’d never discovered before. Bettie let out a sensual moan of pleasure—even the sight of the beast-man that was thrusting into her couldn’t deter her arousal—and her hands pitched against the muddy ground, securing herself to better take Kron’s demanding strokes.

Then she was gyrating, thrusting her body onto his occupation of her as much as he was powering into her opening. His hands still clung to her decadently curved hips, but their grip lessened, allowing her to wantonly undulate her body back to him. Moving in the perpetual rhythm of a truly taken woman.

Bettie had no control over her newly awakened desires—did not want to control them when they led to such rapture—but in her swooning mind, she felt that she was winning the favor of the massive brute that had taken possession of her. She was appealing to him, thanking him for how powerfully he was satisfying her, and that mad belief finally dispelled the fear and shame that had been staying with her since she’d first been entered.