The recital

She begged him, oh she begged him. When he pinned her front against that alley wall she begged him not to damage her violin.

Tenderly laying down the instrument she had no choice other than allowing him whatever abuse of her vulnerable body he desired. Thank god there was no time to wipe when she last peed, for at least she now would not be uncomfortable when he forced it into her.

Sadly mistaken, realizing it when something huge probed against the small of her back, hands grabbing her tight as s cheeks, forcing them apart.

Her delicate mouth a scarlet 0 of pain, lower body aflame, the pig like grunting behind her a portent of the unimaginable as she felt her virgin a**hole tearing, the puckered rim of her an*s aflame when he forced into her what must have been at least 14 inches, impaling her. The mushroom head enormous, abrasive against the inside walls.

Grabbing her budding breasts then, pinching the erect nipples, simultaneously slamming her crotch against the alley wall with his every thrust. Stretching her, damaging her insides.

Helplessly she flails on his massive s haft, feet not even touching tarmac, mercifully losing consciousness.

And when she came to the silence was ominous, only intruded upon by her throbbing bottom. That and an enormous strap-on lying next to her feet, glistening in the weak moonlight, covered with juices.

Realizing then that the he was a she the slender girl sobbed, a sense of violation imbuing her. Barely managing to stand up, grabbing her violin to scurry with with blood seeping from her spoiled rear entrance. Hoping to be in time for the recital.