by Sarah Kate
She strained and groaned. He was starting to hurt. She felt a pinching pain inside her.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked again.
She shook her head.
“You slut,” he said. “It’s a shame, but I guess you’ll stand more fucking than if you had been a virgin. Did you lose your virginity to your boyfriend?”
She nodded, holding her breath from the intense discomfort.
“Have you been with anyone else? Don’t just nod and shake your head, fucking answer me.”
“No,” she said.
“Does your boyfriend make you come?”
She hated that he was asking her all these questions. “Yes,” she said.
“I bet only half through, right? I bet nothing releases inside, and you stay all tense and unsatisfied.”
She squirmed and complained and he eased up a bit, just a bit.
“I’m going to be shoving something else in there,” he said as he pushed a second finger into her, “and I’ll bet you’re going to love it. We’ll get rid of these clothes first, eh? It’ll be better that way.”
He dragged her out of the car, and she suddenly panicked. She knew if he got her into that house she was dead. She started struggling, screaming no no! He threw her against the bonnet of the car, and pinned her facedown. He grabbed her bound wrists, pushing them up towards her shoulder blades. She screamed, then dropped her head to the bonnet, sobbing, and choking on her own breath.
“Do you want to fight me?” he said. He bumped his knee into her backside, then did it again, and again, making her cry out with each one. “You going to fight me? You going to fight me? Huh? You going to fucking fight me?”
“No!” she cried. “No!”
He kept kneeing her backside, till it was bruised.
“You want to fight, bitch? Huh?” He slapped the back of her head.
Tears streaked her cheeks, and she begged and pleaded for him to stop. He let her lay against the car, catching her breath. Then he grabbed her hair and tilted her head backwards, grinding his crotch against her backside, insinuating what he was going to do to her.
“You’re all alone out here, girl. Nobody can hear you. It’s just you and me. Break your promise—fight me—try to run—try anything—and I’ll beat this hot ass of yours till you’re bleeding all over.”
He pulled her upright, and turned her so she faced him. He pushed her against the car. He kissed her some more, hot and wet, and his tongue plunged into her mouth. He leaned in on her, stooping a bit so his hard prick pushed against her crotch, all the while mashing his mouth hard onto hers. His hands went over her breasts, grabbing them, squeezing them.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” he said. He took her hand, and made her feel him through his jeans. “You made it this way, you’re the one who’s going to fix it.”
He put his arm around her slender waist, and drew her against him. She was tense and squirmed, but she didn’t fight him. His mouth had found a very sensitive spot under her left ear, which he nibbled and sucked. His other hand went wild over her ass, grabbing and squeezing. He felt her up with complete abandon, as if only now feeling the freedom of knowing he could do anything he wanted with her. He was sighing and making appreciative "mmm" sounds. He pushed her blouse open and put his hand all around her breasts.
“Come here, come here,” he whispered, urging her closer. His hands were cupping and feeling her breasts. Then he bent down to bite and kiss them through her bra. She stood motionless, wanting to push his head away, but her hands were fastened.
He dropped to his knees, hugging her waist, moving his face over her warm, flat tummy. He untucked her blouse from her waistband and kissed around her navel. She sucked in her stomach involuntarily, and went a bit off balance. Holding her steady with one of his arms, he stuck his tongue into her navel. The sensation was intensely irritating and she bit her lip.
She was completely helpless. She couldn’t believe how she could just let it happen. She just stood there as if she were a child being molested.
His hands passed up and down her body, feeling the curves of her hips and thighs, and all the way around to her backside. It excited him to feel her panty lines through her skirt. He kept passing over them, and trying to pluck the elastic bands.
He glanced up at her with drugged eyes. They seemed to be asking her if she was enjoying it. He pushed her skirt all the way up, until it was bunched at her waist. She had very nice legs, smooth, slender, cleanly shaved. He spent a few moments running his hands up and down them, enjoying them.
“Your panties match your bra,” he said, touching the blue strips that ran through the black fabric. He ran his hands up the back of her legs, and pinched the soft fleshy bits of her bottom. He kissed the inside of her thigh, and nuzzled his face into her crotch. He inhaled deeply, rubbing his mouth and chin against her intimate regions. He was groping her ass fiercely, first through the fabric, then sliding his hands under the elastic, squeezing the firm flesh of her buttocks. She waited obediently while he took off his shirt.
He pulled her panties aside at the crotch, then slipped his tongue in a bit and wiggled it a little, just because he could. She tensed up and gave a small whine. His hands slid up the sides of her hips, under her bunched skirt, and found the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers into them, and pulled them down her legs to her ankles. He pushed his face right back into her crotch, sticking his tongue out and licking her pussy lips. He cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her against him, as he licked his way to her clitoris and lovingly titillated it. She held her breath, moving uneasily. He took a hand off her ass, and gently passed his finger along her slit and between its half-opened lips; then he pushed it in, until it could penetrate no further into her. He continued to lick and suck, as if he was trying to make her come.
The irksome sensations became unbearable. She began to tremble slightly, and spasmodically squeezed her thighs together to shut him off. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at her. He reached up and gave her face a short slap. It made her lip sting. He tugged at her panties around her ankle, and when he tapped her leg, she alertly lifted her foot. He slipped her panties off one ankle, then the other. She was still wearing her heels, and her skirt was bunched up around her waist, displaying her lovely legs.
“Let me see that ass,” he said, turning her away. She stared straight ahead at the house and all the surrounding trees. There was not a neighbour, car, or person in view. She stood motionless while he entertained himself with her ass cheeks. He lifted them, pushed them inwards, spread them outwards, squeezed and pinched them. She was extremely tense. She didn’t like facing away from him, not being able to see what he was going to do. He stood up and pressed his chest against her back, nuzzling her neck, and reaching around between her thighs, toyed with her a little more. Then he got her to face him again, kissing her. He picked her up, and carried her toward the house. Her arms were still behind her back, and he was squeezing her naked ass under his hands.
He carried her inside, hugging her tightly, and burying his face in her hair. He let her drop so suddenly, she barely managed to keep on her feet. He closed the door, then looked at her, waiting. She stood frozen, and slowly took in her surroundings, blinking rapidly, her face quivering. The place was a mess. There were beer cans and bottles, mangy-looking furniture, cigarette butts on the coffee table, junk all over the room. In the corner there was a filthy, stained mattress on the floor. She started crying. The full hideous realization of her situation and filth of the place overwhelmed her.
She risked glancing at him through her tears. He had been standing by the door waiting. He approached nearer and nearer, until he was very close. He brushed his hands up and down her arms. She could feel herself begin to panic. She couldn’t breathe. She wanted to escape but didn’t know how. He was looking down at her heavily, feeling her arms.
“Don’t worry, I won’t push you too hard too fast, hey? It doesn’t have to be bad. I can make it feel go
od. I mean, it’s up to you how much it’s going to hurt.”
She made a queer sobbing sound when he pulled out his pocket knife from his jeans. He cut the shoelaces off her wrists and freed her hands. She didn’t know how sore they were until now.
“If you try to run, I will catch you and hurt you real bad,” he said, massaging the nape of her neck, and pressing his forehead to hers. He backed her up against the mattress. He sat her down, and stood in front of her. He began unbuckling his belt. “Have you ever been raped?”
She shook her head, almost sobbing.
“Abused when you were a kid—an uncle, brother, cousin, father, friend of the family?”
She kept shaking her head.
“Shit. You got off lightly. Most women I know have been fucked up one way or another. Take off your blouse for me.”
She looked up at him. “Please, don’t do this. Let me go.”
He slapped her in the side of the head. She put her hands up as if she had been half-deafened, but she remained obstinately uncooperative. He crouched down, and grabbed her wrist. He took hold of one of her fingers as if he would snap it. She cried out and clutched his hand, terrified he was going to break her finger.
“If you keep pissing me off, you’ll be leaving here disfigured, or dead. Take off your top,” he said. He let her go and she held her hand. Then slowly she pulled the rest of her blouse out from her skirt waistband, and undid the rest of the buttons. She stopped and looked at him pleadingly, and dropped her hands to her sides.
“Take it all the way off,” he said.
She reluctantly slid the light blouse off her shoulders, and held it scrunched in her hands, not looking at him. He stood massaging his erection while he watched.
“The bra.”
She reached behind her back, and found her bra hooks, and pulled them apart. She let the bra slip off, resisting the urge to cover her exposed breasts.
“Oh, yeah,” she heard him sigh. “Now your skirt. Stand up. Give me your bra.”
She handed him her black lace bra. He examined it, feeling it, and pressing it to his face, inhaling her perfume which should have been for Cameron. Then he took her arm and helped her to stand. The adrenaline combined with the fatigue from the long flight made her unsteady. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist. He put his hands on her bare breasts, feeling them, while she unbunched her skirt so she could get to her zip. He reached behind her and stopped her hand. He wanted to do it. He slowly unzipped her and pulled the skirt all the way down her legs. She stepped out of it, and he kicked it aside. Other than her heels she was entirely naked.
He hugged her tightly, pulling her toward him, her arms hanging at her sides. Her face lay in the crook of his neck. His bare chest was warm, but with an animal heat, and his chest hair was slightly course against her bare breasts.
“You feel so good,” he said quietly, rubbing himself against her. He brushed her blonde hair away from her face. “Kiss me nicely, better than last time.” She glanced away, and he held her tighter. “Make me feel good, or I’ll make you hurt.”
She touched his mouth in a kiss, and her lips parted slightly, gently moving over his. She was very hesitant, with a soft, lingering touch, a little slow. He kept his hand deeply in her hair, and gave a small tug to show he expected more. She tried to keep her lips soft, pliable, her tongue meeting his. His hands went all over her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, stroking her sides, and fondling between her legs. She kept kissing him, her tongue circling and playing with his. She pushed herself into the kiss, summoning all her strength to keep it going.
Finally, he broke off. They both were breathing heavily. “Get on your knees,” he said.
She kneeled down carefully. Her face was pale and grim. She knew what was coming next. He made her lean forward, and pressed her closed lips to the tip of his dick. She held it lightly in her mouth, and he guided her lips over it, up and down.
“Open your mouth and suck it!”
She gave him more pressure, warmer, sucking him awkwardly. He brushed her hair backwards with his fingers as she worked on him.
“Come on. You said it was going to be the best I’d ever had,” he said. He sucked his breath through his teeth and sighed deeply. “Do you do this for your boyfriend?”
She nodded, then paused to swallow a little bit and wipe her mouth.
“Keep sucking it,” he said. “It’s going to fuck you soon. Oh, yeah, make me feel good. It’s feeling good now.” He gathered her hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. “Do you love it? Do you love me fucking your mouth?”
She nodded “yes,” and kept sucking.
“Oh, my god. Oh, baby, yes. Don’t stop.” He slouched towards her, holding her by her hair, guiding her head and mouth. He was getting harder, more aggressive. “You’re going to make me fucking come so fast, baby. You’re making me want to come already, you know that?” She pressed her hands on his thighs trying to control the depth a little, as he lunged into her mouth.
He suddenly pulled out, and pushed her backwards onto the filthy mattress. She instinctively brought her arms and legs up to protect herself, but he fell on her and pushed them aside. He held her hands out of the way, enjoying her breasts something fierce, kissing them, licking them, sucking them.
She lay still, wincing occasionally. He got quite rough, taking each delicate nipple in turn in his mouth and sucking. She couldn’t get out from underneath him, but pushed and pressed against his shoulders. He bit her breast and made her scream as if an electric shock went through her. He was going to rip her fucking nipples off!
“Settle down, settle down!” He restrained her until she was quiet again, panting and squirming, beneath him. He eased off, and soothingly licked her sore nipples. He kissed her some more, grinding himself against her. The cold metal of his zipper kept touching her, making her shiver. She was staring away at the wall, and he was energetically nuzzling her hair, kissing her, licking her ears, and whispering what he was going to do to her. He kept pushing the fly of his jeans out of the way, then decided to get up and take his jeans off altogether.
“Don’t move!” He pointed at her. He tore his remaining clothes off. In an instant he was back on her. He and she were both naked. He took hold of his dick, and was rubbing it up and down the flesh of her slit. After a few moments of this, he put a knee between hers, and said, “Open your legs!”
She tensed up, and put her hands against his chest. He knocked them away, capturing her wrists over her head. “Don’t resist. You’ll get slapped.”
Holding her with one hand, his other hand pushed the head of his prick into her opening, and drove it into her. She screamed as he strove to get properly into her, and in spite of being held down, she thrashed so desperately that it was a while before he could get a real good thrust. But he managed to pin her for a moment, and shoving furiously against her, he succeeded in forcing it all the way up, in spite of her cries and frantic struggles.
“Shut the fuck up!” He slapped her across the face bringing blood to the side of her mouth. He propped himself up on his hands either side of her head, and slowed down somewhat, agitating himself on her with long, steady strokes. If she tried to look away, he grabbed her face and pointed it at him. He began to fuck her with long, rhythmic strokes. She submitted passively, knowing that resistance was useless.
“Yeah, YEAH, Nicole!” he said, as if she was enjoying it. She squeezed her eyes shut, and he tapped her face a couple of times. “Keep looking at me. You like having a man in your body?” he asked, panting, then laying heavily on her he put his lips to her ear. “I’m fucking you, Nicole, I’m raping you,” he said, as he kissed and nuzzled her. “I know you like it, you slut. You wouldn’t be so fucking wet if you didn’t. Neither of us will ever forget this. You’ll always remember my face. You’ll always remember me.”
He clutched her face so she was looking at him, and gave her a long, hard, wet, kiss. Then he pulled himself out slightly, and slammed back int
o her. He thrust into her again, and again, and again. Naked beneath him, she felt completely exposed, transparent with pain and anguish. He was looking down at her, while he thrust into her body, in and out, in and out, every stroke sheer agony. It was perfect pleasure to him.
“Yeah, Nicole baby, yeah, my cock is feeling good deep in your cunt. Oh, Nicole, you were made to be fucked, and I’m fucking you, Nicole, oh baby . . . “ He propped himself up on his hands, looking down at her, while his hips rose and fell at an even pace, pushing into her. “Fuck you feel good. Spread your legs some more, you want it! Come on, come on!” He was hitting her harder and harder, breathing heavily.
“Don’t come in me!” she pleaded. “Please! Please—pull out! Please!”
He became tense. He put his head back, pushing with deep rapid thrusts, then his head fell forward. A few broken sighs and groans came from him, and he stopped. She closed her eyes, all her face quivering. It was too late. There was a short moment, then he pulled back, jammed himself in deep again. He pushed himself into her as hard and deep as he could.
“You made me come too soon,” he said, feeling between her thighs, keeping himself lodged in there. His thumb brushed her clitoris as he put his lips over hers, probing her mouth with a lazy tongue. He settled his weight down on her tortured body, relaxing. He kissed her a bit here and there, pinching her nipples, and occasionally moved his soft prick so it stayed comfortably seated in her body. He wiped the blood from the corner of her lip, and smeared it on the already-filthy mattress. Then he smoothed her messy hair away from her tense brow. She was silent, breathing heavily, her eyes wet with weeping.
The air was heavy with the odour of sweat and sex. She could feel the wetness as he pulled out, and lay beside her. She was sore and felt like she couldn’t breathe as she cried and trembled. His fingers moved back inside her, making her wince at the ache and throb between her thighs.
“You’re one thoroughly fucked bitch,” he murmured, half frigging her. “You don’t like my scum in your body, do you? It’s still moving. It’s going deeper and deeper into you. You might get pregnant,” he muttered as he poked her and his thumb began to rub her clit. “You’ll fuck lots of men after me, but you’ll never forget me. Is that starting to feel good? You like this?” he began to murmur again as he licked her breast. His fingers manipulated her persistently. She started to tense up.
