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Warning- this story depicts a graphic scene. Do not read if sensitive to violence or sexual crime.
He must have been standing in the darkness of the hallway when she came in, because he tackled her hard when she paused and knocked her onto the bed, landing on top of her and never giving her a second to think or struggle. The surprise was enough to make her scream, though, and she started screaming loudly and trying to fight out from under him. He grabbed her by the throat, then, and backhanded her hard.
“Shut up, bitch,” he screamed at her through clenched teeth, but it didn’t do anything to quiet her, so he squeezed her throat hard and choked her until she didn’t have enough breath to scream anymore and then he eased up.
“You fuckin’ stupid country people never think to lock your doors. I bet you start locking them now,” he sneered at her. She was across the bed on her back and he was sitting on top of her, pinning her down.
“Please, don’t hurt me. Please, you can take anything you want,” she begged him.
“Shut up. I already own everything you have ever since I got in your back door. What I want is some fun.”
“NO,” she yelled at him and began to fight. Initially she was able to push him hard enough to unbalance him on the soft mattress, and she began trying to crawl out from under him. He came back up quickly and shoved her retreating back, forcing her onto her stomach and climbing on top of her again. She began screaming, again, and he slapped her hard in the back with his hand, knocking the breath out of her.
“I fuckin’ tol’ you to SHUT UP! There isn’t anybody close enough to hear you anyway.”
She continued struggling and fighting him, so he grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face into the pillow. He opened the flick knife next to her ear so that she could hear it. At once she lay still and something like a sob escaped from her throat.
“The more you struggle the more it just makes my dick hard,” he told her.
He put his hand between her shoulder blades to hold her against the mattress and climbed off of the top of her, instead turning to face her feet and straddling her again facing the other direction. He was sitting with his full weight on her shoulders with casino siteleri his legs pinning her arms.
“Now, you just do everything I say and you’ll come through this with nothing but memories. Otherwise you’ll have some nasty scars.”
He slid the knife under the waistband at the back of her jeans and began hacking through the jeans and her cheap, imitation leather belt. A blind panic struck her then and she began struggling again, kicking and wiggling under him and trying to move, but he pulled the knife through the belt and then waited while she tired herself struggling. When she gave up he put the knife under the cut part of her jeans and continued slicing through the fabric in a diagonal across the right cheek of her ass until he had cut several inches of the pant leg at the back of her right thigh. He did the same with her jeans across the left cheek, then folded her jeans open like a babys’ diaper, then cut off her maroon panties and threw them across the room.
When he tried to climb off the top of her she began fighting, again, this time with the renewed vigor of a panic-stricken woman, terrified and about the be raped. He had managed to keep her face down, but she was able to move a foot or so on the bed and get her arms free. He brought his left knee down on the back of her left elbow and pinned it there, then grabbed her by the hair, again, and let her feel the point of his knife under her right ear.
“Just right there, cunt…I could cut you right there and you’d bleed to death, and I could finish fucking you before you got cold.”
“Please, you don’t have to do this,” she pleaded with him, her voice muffled in the pillows. “I don’t even know what you look like. I couldn’t tell the police anything.”
He ignored her and began unbuckling his pants with one hand while still holding the knife against the tender skin under her ear. She began sobbing, again, and he tugged at the cut material of her jeans to fully expose her ass.
“Damn, bitch, you have a fuckin’ beautiful ass. I don’t think this is going to take long.” He worked his mouth into a pucker and gathered some saliva, then drooled a mouthful of spit so that it fell on her tiny, puckered asshole. She understood what he was going to do at last and canlı casino the blind panic seized her again. She bucked and struggled in spite of the knife he held against her ear. He held his shins and feet across her calves and held her down from behind with his knife hand, and then forced her face into the pillow until she was gasping for breath and too weak to struggle further. When she had settled down he gathered another mouthful and spit in his left hand and rubbed it on his dick.
She was sobbing again, resigned to the rape she was about to endure as he spread open her ass cheeks and laid the head of his cock against her asshole. Without giving her a chance to breath he suddenly forced his cock into her ass and she screamed as the head of his dick forced open her asshole.
“OH GOD, that FUCKIN’ HURTS,” she screamed. “My ASS!”
He continued shoving, forcing his cock into the tight sphincter of her colon as she screamed, bucking against her now and then as he buried his cock to the hilt in her tiny asshole. She screamed more and cursed him.
“FUCKIN’ COCKSUCKER, THAT HURTS! YOU FUCKIN’ ROTTEN BASTARD! You won’t get away with this they’re going to catch you!”
“The won’t catch me before I shoot my wad up your pretty asshole. Now fuckin’ shut up and let me enjoy this.”
She broke into sobs again as he pushed himself into her, then yanked a pillow from underneath her head and began stuffing it under her hips to prop her ass higher. When he was satisfied with that he began pounding his cock into her ass, each time pulling it more than halfway out and then shoving it deep again so hard that his pubic bone hit the crack of her ass. He ripped the tee shirt off of her back and then unfastened her bra so he could grope her breasts.
“Come on, honey, move around a little. I like it better when they struggle a little.” He grabbed her nipples and began pinching and twisting them, until she cried out and began flinching. He bucked harder against her ass, slowing down now and then to push his rod especially deep and relish the feel of her ass around his cock and the feel of her tits in his rough hands. Suddenly, instead of pounding hard and fast against her ass she felt him slow down, as if relishing every stroke and he suddenly kaçak casino grabbed her shoulder and pushed himself hard into her and groaned a long groan. His body spasmed and jerked, and then he tensed his body and rocked back and forth like he was balancing on her ass.
He relaxed, flattening his body against hers and he lay across her back. He lay against her for several minutes, spent and exhausted. She stirred enough to turn her head and look at him.
“Was that a good one,” she asked?
“Oh God, yeah. You deserve an academy award, hun, once or twice it sounded like you were actually crying.”
“I wasn’t crying, I was coming!”
“Well, you deserve a fuckin’ academy award. Did I hit you too hard?”
“No, I keep telling you that you can hit me as hard as you want, as long as you don’t break anything. You know I can’t come unless it hurts.”
“Oh geez…,” he rubbed his head, “you made me come so hard my head hurts. I think I must have shot about a quart of come up your ass.”
She grinned at him. “Yeah, it feels like it. The knife play was good! I started coming almost as soon as you flicked it open, but you owe me a new pair of jeans!”
“Gladly,” he said. “That was fuckin’ amazing. What do you want to do now? Do you want to watch television?”
“HELL NO, I don’t want to watch television, I want you to tie me up and fuck my pussy.”
“Oh, baby, I don’t know if I’m up to that yet. You tire me out when you struggle that much.”
“Well, then just tie me up and stick a dildo in me. I’ll bet your next paycheck you’ll get hard by the time you do that.”
He rolled toward her far enough to kiss her on the cheek. “Where the hell did I ever find you, I must be the luckiest pervert in the state.”
“You didn’t find me, I FOUND YOU. If I hadn’t heard your stupid ex complaining about leaving you because you wanted to do play rape all the time I wouldn’t have known where to look.”
“Baby, you could have found a million guys that wanted to play rape with you.”
“I know, but they wouldn’t appreciate me as much as you do.” She smiled at him and there were love lights in her eyes that seemed oddly out of place, like a Hell’s Angel carrying a teddy bear.
“Do you want me to use the gag on you.”
“Yeah, I love feeling helpless.” She sat up and kissed him full on the mouth. “But, honey, even if you gag me…I promise I’ll scream just as loud.”
He reached under the bed and pulled out a coil of rope.
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