3 comments/ 25695 views/ 3 favorites Fear and Lusting Ch. 01 By: Writer89 Fear and Lusting Chapter One (Note to the reader: This is the first chapter of the first part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." Each part consists of about 4 or five chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.) Dan heard a car door slam outside and he immediately padded over to the window, scooping up his shoes from the floor as he went. His heart rate quickened as he looked out the window from the third floor apartment in the old converted house. The girl was home sooner than he had expected. She had only been gone twenty minutes and he had thought he'd have more time. He heard her car yelp as she locked it and walked to the front door. Dan ran, stepping lightly, to the back door of the apartment. He pulled on the doorknob and it came off in his hand. He stared at it in wild disbelief. He scanned all the interior locks and frantically tried to undo them all and then shoved the doorknob back on its nub and turned it. It spun uselessly. He cursed his luck and fled to the storage closet he had rummaged through earlier. He had seen a wide roll of duct tape there and grabbed it before advancing on the front door to the apartment. The door was already opening and he was still twenty feet away from it. He froze and dove into the nearest room to him, the bedroom in the middle of the apartment. Several of the girl's things from her jewelry chest and lower dresser drawers he had already taken out and stuffed in a gym bag. His heart was pounding and he grabbed the bag and dropped down on the floor and scooted under the bed. It was clichéd he knew, but he knew the bedroom was the first place she'd go before settling down to eat in the kitchen and giving him a chance to either escape or surprise her and bind her up so he could get out without alarm. He tried to steady his breathing and pulled the ski mask he kept just in case of emergencies like this over his head as she entered the room. From under the bed, he could see her feet as she kicked off her shoes and dropped her pants to her delicate ankles and stepped out of them. Her blouse dropped to the floor soon after. Dan's mind processed his cock's immature excitement and threw it away. He was petrified of being discovered and could think of nothing else but remaining hidden. She left the room and he could hear noises from the kitchen, where the back door was located. He hoped like hell she didn't notice any of the locks undone. She was making popcorn and the smell soon filled his nostrils. He just wanted to wait until she was settled, and then he could creep to the bedroom door and make a break for the front door. After she finished making her snack, he heard her sink onto the futon facing the TV in the living room and turn it on. The living room was right outside the bedroom door and he again cursed his luck. He decided the best thing to do was wait for her to use the bathroom before he tried to leave. Dan waited there and the afternoon shadows turned to night, while he rested on his back. He used the time to take out and inspect the objects hidden under her bed. He found that if he stretched them toward the light spilling in from the doorway to the living room, he could make out what they were. There were the typical items a girl might have stored there: neglected shoes, old textbooks, old underwear and boxes of letters from previous boyfriends. Then, there were the magazines. Dan couldn't help but study them in detail. They contained graphic scenes of bondage, rape and torture as well as collections of erotic stories of BDSM, infidelity and incest. His eyes widened and his pulse pounded as hard as it did when he saw her come home. He realized his cock was not only excited, but also completely rock hard. If she was so into chicks being dominated, maybe he could... Dan shook his head and shoved the magazine away. That kind of shit gets stupid pricks caught, Dan thought. The dumb rapists leave their sweat and dirt and semen all over the victim... all over them... all over their beautiful tits... Dan pulled his hand off the bulge in his pants. No, he told himself. Just wait for her to go to the bathroom and then book it, he commanded himself. He hadn't had much of a chance to get anything he was certain was valuable while she was away, but maybe after he got out of here he could sell what he had and get himself a whore or a few really high quality sex DVDs, and at least have money left over. He could still come out ahead. He heard the TV turn off and the girl move off of the futon and Dan shuffled back under the bed. She came into the bedroom and flicked on the light. Dan froze and stopped breathing, his pulse thumping in his ears so loud he was sure she could hear it. She stood near her dresser, opening something on top of it, probably her jewelry case, and Dan's eyes bugged out, thinking she'd notice what he took. Then, he heard the lid snap shut and she retreated to the living room, shutting the light off behind her. Dan let out a slow exhale and took measured breaths for a minute or two before reaching over to the plug in the wall near his head that led to the lamp that was controlled by the light switch and pulled it out, cursing himself for not thinking of it before. Amateur mistake, he thought. I'm getting distracted here. As he tried to relax and focus on the sounds coming from the next room so he could tell when she went to the bathroom, he could make out odd noises. It almost sounded like moans, but they seemed tinny and distant. Curiosity was getting the better of him and he crawled back out to peak around the door from the floor to see what she was doing. The girl was lying on her side with the top of her head facing him and looking at her laptop, positioned on the edge of the cushion. He couldn't see what she was looking at, but the sounds coming from it became louder as she tapped a key a few times. "You like that, bitch?" "ANHH!" "Are you going to be a good little whore for me?" CRACK! "AHHNNHH! Oh yes! Yes, I will!" Dan's cock throbbed and lurched in his pants as he realized she was watching porn. In spite of himself he crawled out further and raised himself up into a standing position behind the door, which was still partially closed, and peaked out again. The futon was straight across from him and perpendicular to his position, pushed up against the living room wall that separated it from the kitchen. The girl was lying down on it, her head toward him. Her smooth and well-formed legs were splayed, one pushed against the upright part of the futon, the other slightly bent and flat on the cushion with the knee toward the edge. He could just make out her red panties as she idly rubbed something he couldn't see near them. When she took a deep breath, he could also see over her shoulders her full and round breasts heave against her matching bra and then disappear from sight. On the screen of the laptop he could see images that made him almost want to gasp, but he struggled hard and remained silent. He saw a naked woman bound with her hands behind her back and feet tied together and bent over some kind of low saddle horse. Her mouth was hanging open and a man was circling her and whipping her ass. Dan swallowed loudly and hoped the girl didn't hear. She didn't, and she continued to watch. As she did, Dan heard a loud hum begin and realized the object the girl had retrieved earlier had been a small vibrator, one of those bullets or rabbits or whatever. Her right hand was in her panties and she was using the other to search for more porn. Dan's cock was throbbing and was taking control of his mind. He stroked it through the fabric of his pants, trying to maintain some semblance of control by providing some tactile satisfaction. Maybe if I just cum in my pants, he thought, I'll be able to keep my wits about me and get out of here without notice. The girl decided on the next on-line video and Dan watched from over her shoulder, stroking and grabbing his cock head as it bulged out from his underwear and pressed against his pant leg. He could see another naked woman strung up in a harness swinging from the ceiling and being fucked from behind by some guy. He was savagely spanking her ass. The camera switched angles and all of a sudden, Dan could see she was taking his cock in her ass. Dan's dick head throbbed achingly and he grabbed and shook it savagely and silently. The humming stopped just then and the girl paused the video and began to rise from the futon. Dan released his cock and retreated, fleeing as lightly as possible around the end of the bed to the darker side of the room. The girl entered and flicked the switch again. The light didn't come on. She tried it again and nothing happened. Her hand fumbled for the lamp and tried the switch on the stand. Still nothing. She cursed softly and began to feel her way around the bed to the lamp on the other side, the one next to which Dan was crouched. Dan knew there was only one way out now and he leaped out of the shadows and grabbed her by the throat and threw her face up on the bed. Her surprised cry was strangled silent as he squeezed her larynx so she could only choke instead of scream as he climbed on top of her, pinning her arms under his legs. He moved one hand up to smother her mouth and heard her groan and gurgle. He released her throat and produced a knife from his back pocket and held it to the side of her neck while he covered her mouth and pressed his weight down on her. He could feel her breathing was rapid and panicked and he tried to make sure her nostrils were clear of his fingers. She tried to kick her legs up and Dan pushed her face down and pressed the blade against her throat. "Listen!" he snarled. "You're going to be just fine. All I wanted was to get out of here without anyone noticing but you came home sooner than I thought." The woman tried to force her knees toward his kidneys and scream at the same time. "NO!" He hissed in a harsh whisper. "I don't want to hurt you! I just want to make sure you can't call the police as I leave. That's all!" He brushed the flat of his blade up and down her throat to remind her of it. The girl's knees were jammed into his lower ribs and had been trying to squeeze, but now they relented a bit. "I promise you'll be just fine. All I wanted was to steal some stuff and leave. I don't want to hurt anybody, so please don't make me," he said as sincerely and yet menacingly as he could. Her legs dropped down hesitantly and her pinned arms relaxed a little. "Good," he said as he withdrew the knife and placed it near her head. He could feel her rapid breathing as it blew out of her nose and across his hand. Her heaving breasts pressed against his thighs as he sat on her chest. He shifted his weight a bit to relieve the pressure on her lungs. His eyes were more adjusted to the dark than hers at this point, so he could study her features while she blinked and tried to make him out. She had high, rounded cheekbones and wide, dark eyes. Her brown straight hair was soft and silky and he resisted the temptation to stroke it. Her sharp jaw line pressed against his hand seemed fragile and beautiful. He wanted to kiss it, but squeezed his eyes shut and stopped looking at her. "Now," he said as he shook himself from his lust and reached for the pair of old silk panties he had stolen from underneath her bed in case he needed a gag. He dropped them near her head and then pulled the duct tape roll from the large pocket on the front of his pants. "I need to make sure that you don't make a sound. I guarantee this won't harm you, but it will be a little uncomfortable. Just open your mouth and don't try to fight it. You might choke yourself." He fed the panties into her mouth and she kept her teeth shut and tried to turn her head as she whined and failed to contain a loud sob. Dan roughly pulled her face over to look at him. "Jen... yes I know your name. I saw it on the mailbox. Listen to me. The only way I'm leaving here is with you either unable to call for help in the immediate future or incapable of it ever. You're a woman who lives on your own, so I imagine you're bright enough to distinguish between the two." Jen shuddered and whined under his hand. "Be a good girl and let me bind you so I can get out of your life and you can continue with yours. Try to fight me and you'll force me to doing something neither of us wants. You understand?" She took a couple of quick deep breaths and nodded sharply, her eyes wide and focused on his. She could now faintly make out the ski-masked face above her in the dark room. She gasped and he pressed the panties into her mouth and she accepted them. He tried not to press too far or too firmly. "Shove them up against your teeth with your tongue and try not to swallow until you have them in place" Dan looked at her after he finished feeding her the soft silk. She seemed to breathe ok. "You all right? Can you breathe?" Jen nodded. " Is any part of it too far down your throat?" Jen shook her head. Dan grabbed the duct tape with his free hand as his the other still lightly covered her mouth. "Ok, then. I'm going to secure the gag on you. This is duct tape. It holds lightly to skin, but securely to itself. It won't harm you when peeled off, so I don't want you to be worried, understand?" Jen nodded again, seeming almost too calm. Dan eyed her cautiously as he grabbed the loose end with his teeth and pulled out a strip. He bit it off and placed it over her mouth. Jen's breath quickened as she felt her mouth fastened shut over her gag. Dan ripped out another piece and ran it from her nose down below her chin, securing the other strip and restricting her breathing further. Jen started to whine and squirm and he made sure her nostrils were clear before using his free hand to press her forehead back on the bed and lean his face over her. "Calm down, Jen. Calm your breathing. Breathe steady regular breaths. You're going to be just fine. You can do this." In spite of herself, Jen slowed her breathing and concentrated on steady shafts of air entering and exiting her nostrils. She felt herself calming down and noticed the burglar was looking into her eyes and stroking her hair. "That's it. Good girl. You're doing great, Jen. You're going to make it through without a scratch. Just think. Next time you're with your friends you'll have this scary and interesting story to tell them and they'll just adore you and admire you so much for being so brave and calm through it all. I just know it." Jen's eyes welled with tears. She had never heard anyone say those words of encouragement to her ever and she could not understand why the most frightening individual she had ever come across was saying them now. "Listen," he continued. "I need to bind your wrists and ankles together and then tie you to the bed." Jen sobbed and shivered and started to choke. Dan grabbed her by the bottom of her jaw and pulled gently up to stretch her neck out. "No, no, Jen. I'm not going to do anything to you. I just need to make sure you won't move and take off your gag and call the police. Now, just breathe, sweetheart. Steady. In and out. I promise you, once I leave, I'll make an anonymous call to the cops after 15 minutes and they'll come make sure you're ok. All right? Everything's going to be fine." Jen stopped choking and she calmed as this stranger stroked her face and hair and stared deeply into her eyes. She nodded, ready. Dan pulled a long strip of duct tape off and wrapped a figure eight around her wrists with a few inches of space between them as he held them near his face and squatted gently on her abdomen to apply just enough force to keep her submissive. She remained calm and looked at him. "OK, now I'm going to tie your hands to the head of the bed so you can't move your arms." Jen made no response as he put his hands under her armpits and lifted her and shifted her around so she was lengthwise on the bed and started tying her handcuffs to the iron railed head frame with more duct tape. He had noticed she had even moved her legs to help and was glad of it. He really didn't want to hurt her at all and couldn't wait to get out of there. He finished securing her hands and moved to the foot of the bed. "Now, I'll just secure you're feet and I'll be out of here and just a bad memory for you, Jen. We're almost done." He got off the bed and moved to the foot of it and took her feet in his hands and took out the tape. He paused. He looked up the long, shapely legs and smooth thighs to the sexy hips still covered in the tight red cotton panties. Her small waist led up to her toned abdomen and he watched it heave up and down steadily. Then he noticed she was moaning softly. Her legs and arms and hips were moving, ever so slightly. His hands moved up a little to her ankles and she might actually have moaned a little louder and arched her back a little. Her high firm breasts stretched against the matching red cotton bra. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head was tossing gently back and to the side, her soft brown hair a mat of silky comfort beneath her head. Dan snapped out of his trance, even though his cock insisted this daydream was worth pursuing. He cursed his stupidity and pulled Jen's feet to the iron rails and secured them. He blinked and hesitated when he finished. He didn't even notice what he had been doing. He had tied each foot to each corner of the bed, so Jen lay on her back, spread out before him. He simply meant to tie her feet together and secure them like he did with her hands, but instead he bound her like some sacrificial slut. His eyes were wide as he scanned back up her body. Her soft and shapely thighs were flexing and he could see her waist push her pussy and ass up on the bed. He realized she was actually moaning but he could see that her breathing wasn't erratic. He looked and saw she really was twisting her hips and ankles and hands slowly and with repetition - he hadn't imagined it. She was testing her bonds, but not with the urgency of escape. She wanted to feel them digging into her flesh. Dan walked slowly around the bed to stand near the door. He knew he should leave. Some part of his mind told him he had to leave. Everything else that filled his mind was abhorrent and depraved and terrible. He reached out and grabbed a blanket on the floor and spread it over Jen's quivering body. As he did so, he brushed his hands slowly from Jen's pelvis, up along her stomach and her arching breasts. He heard her moan a little louder and felt her torso try to bend up and reach his hands, before he dropped it over her so only her face and arms were exposed. He could swear he heard her give a frustrated sigh. "That's... Ummm..." he struggled to say as he looked at her. "That's so when they find you, they don't see your... Uh..." He grabbed his shoes and his bag and left the room. His hand was reaching for the front room doorknob and he couldn't seem to grasp it. His body was tingling at its core and slightly numb at his extremities and his cock bulged and strained and complained against his pants. His brow furrowed and he could feel he was starting to sweat. "Just do it, Dan," he whispered silently. "Just get the hell out of here and move on. She's just a hot piece of ass. You can go down the fucking street and drink some bourbon and get a blowjob from some slut and then this is all behind you. Move, damn you!" His body shook and his mind thrust images of Jen's perfect body stretched and bound before him. He saw her ass as it thrust up off the mattress and her breasts as they rose and fell with her steady but labored breathing. He imagined what it would be like to slide his hands along her perfect thighs and rub her moist, soft pussy. He felt himself falling – falling into that beautiful bound body – and instantly was no longer in control. He could see, as if from outside of himself, that he was moving furniture in front of the door to prevent anyone from entering. Some part of his mind remembered the back door and then he was pulling the nearby refrigerator in front of it as easily as if it was coat rack. Everything was hazy as he walked back to her bedroom door. Fear and Lusting Ch. 01 Jen had heard his words as he left her room, but she could barely process them. His reassurances and gentle caresses had relaxed her so much as he gagged and bound her that her mind had started processing the other things she was feeling besides fear and anxiety. She could feel her hands stretched and tied above her head and legs spread out below her and her pussy grew warm and tingly at the sensation of being out of control of her own body. She moaned softly at the idea of this man simply leaving her like this, tied up like some slave. He was leaving and she could no longer imagine him as a threat. He was like some old time gentleman highwayman, there simply to rob her, tie her up and leave her with a kiss. Did he kiss her? She saw his masked face floating above her, whispering gentle things to her as he bound and gagged her. She had been helpless before him. She couldn't stop him and he would not be stopped. He knew what to do, what to say. He knew how to make bonds that held her. Although the duct tape stretched a bit, she could not slip out of it because of the crossed binding that bit into her as she struggled. She wanted his masked face above her as she struggled more. Jen could feel her panties start to moisten from her erotic thoughts. She tried to stop thinking and remain still. If the policemen came and found her with wet underwear, they would think they found some prostitute who had been on a job that had gone wrong. They would laugh at her, cut her loose and pretend to take notes as she described her assailant. They would laugh again and as they left they would talk loudly to each other as they walked down the stairs about how they should "drop by after their shift to see if she's all right." Then they would laugh some more and call her a slutty little whore when they got down on the street. They would jot down her address and each would find some time to visit and knock on her door and question her closely. One after another... Jen could feel her panty crotch was thoroughly soaked as she thought about it. She sighed and decided since the burglar was gone, she could entertain a fantasy or two. Fuck the police if they came in here and found her panties soaked! The bastards would probably just remove the blanket from her and look at her exposed body clothed only in her sexy underwear, straining against the bonds. They'd breathe deeply and start to undo her restraints, but not one of them would get a knife. They'd make a show of pulling on her bonds and put their piggish hands on her as if they needed to get support. Their hands would begin running up her legs and down her arms as they pretended to loosen the restraints. Her breasts would get pulled out of her bra "to check for bruises." Her panties would get roughly pulled aside "to see if there was any penetration." Then their dirty fingers would start to probe... Jen's mind snapped back to reality as her half-closed eyelids could make out someone standing next to her bed. She started to form an explanation for the officer, but then she realized it was the man in the mask and she froze. Fear and anxiety flooded back into her. She looked wildly at his masked face as he tore the blanket off of her and knelt on the bed next to her heaving chest. She was no longer having trouble breathing past the gag, but her flesh grew goose pimples and she tried to cry out past her stuffed mouth. "What do you want?" she cried out, but it only emerged as a loud, muffled and tortured groan. She cursed herself and her slutty mind for thinking this man was anything but the opportunistic criminal he was. Dan ran a hand from her shoulder to her tits and squeezed them hard. He watched her reaction with dark excitement as she twisted desperately against her bindings. Her beautiful face was scrunched up and trying to scream. His cock throbbed at her useless struggle. She was his now. He could do whatever he wanted. Dan produced the knife again and Jen locked her widening eyes on it. She moaned nervously and tried to shift away. Dan grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. Her body froze as he hovered over her with the knife. "Remember when I said that nothing bad would happen to you?" He asked in a voice different, much lower in pitch, from the one Jen remembered. She nodded vigorously. Dan smiled something awful through his mask. "I lied," he breathed. Jen tried like hell to scream and felt Dan's hand close over her throat as he slid the knife under her bra strap. She froze and stopped screaming and Dan's hand released the pressure on her throat a bit. The blade turned up and ripped through the fabric between her breasts. Her high, round tits exploded from the bra and Dan could see the perfect half-dollar sized circles of her areolas. The pinkish-brown nipples stood fully erect on the soft and well-shaped mounds of her tits. He moved the knife to press against her throat and the other hand he moved to grab and squeeze them. He leaned his head down and took one nipple in his teeth and lightly bit and sucked it. As Jen shivered and stared at the ceiling with the cold blade pressed up under her chin, her tits felt alive and tingly and Dan's sucking and squeezing made her breathing ragged and labored. She could no longer tell if she was terrified, turned on or both. Dan's face left her nipples and loomed above her. He said simply, "I'm going to fuck you, whore. I don't care what happens. Your little slut body needs to get fucked and I should be the one to fuck it. I've watched you whore. I cased this joint for weeks. I know what sick shit you're into. I know you've always wanted to get tied up and fucked like some worthless cum rag, so don't play innocent with me." Jen was rigid with fear and anticipation. Her mind played dual reels of horror and ecstasy. She breathed sharply and whimpered. "I'm going to take your gag off so you can suck my dick while you're helpless. You do anything to hurt me, then this knife ends you." He brought it up to show her. "We clear?" She nodded hesitantly. As he pulled the gag off of her, he continued "And just so you don't plan on doing some brave shit at some point and try to go out like some samurai or something, I don't plan on killing you after this. I'm keeping my mask on. You'll never identify me. By the time they process the rape kit, I'll be clear out of the country." He had finished pulling off her gag and removing the soaked panties from her mouth. Jen just gasped as she stared up at him, his thighs squeezing her tits. She had no idea if she could believe him, but really didn't see that she had much choice. Her mind was working through escape strategies, but they all involved him untying her. Maybe if he got brave or stupid enough, he'd do it and she could make a break for the door when she felt he was close to cumming. She felt sure she could get an extra step or two as he struggled to stand with an erupting cock. "Then why not untie me," she started with what she hoped was breathless sincerity. "You can sit down and get comfortable and I can suck you off –" SLAP! His backhand stung her right cheek and then a forehand slapped the left. He grabbed her hair and thrust her head back. "The only thing I want your mouth to do is take my cock, bitch." He undid the fly and unzipped his pants and withdrew his aching member. He thrust his hips forward and pulled her mouth onto the head of his dick. The hand holding the knife rested alongside her face and Jen felt terror shoot along her spine and paralyze her as the large head popped into her mouth. Her tongue wanted to scream and instead bumped into it. She whined and he groaned when he felt her lick it. She started to move her tongue to caress it more purposefully, wishing this would just be over. It was large, but not so big that she couldn't swirl her tongue around it in her mouth. She believed her only option now was to play along and get this guy off. She had seen the same look of crazed lust this stranger had in other guys from her past. If the same rules held true for him as they did for them, then he would just blow his wad into her mouth and either leave or just roll over and go to sleep. Anyway, it was really the only reasonable option left open to her. She expected him to start face fucking her, pressing his thick shaft deep into her throat and trying to choke her with it. She was prepared for that. She had deep throated many a drunken date or beloved boyfriend in her past and knew how to relax and take it, even producing spit to drip off the tip like some porno starlet. But, the man in the mask didn't do that. He simply held her face around his cock's head and leaned back and moved his knife-hand to press against her pelvis. She squealed sharply. "Shut up," he said. She struggled off his cock while he was unbalanced and pleaded, "Please, I have a neighbor downstairs who's a cop and he stays up late. If you do anything to me I'll scream and he'll come up and you'll be caught. Please. I can just suck you off. I'll be quiet and you can just cum on my face or on my tits or in my hair or wherever. Just please don't hurt me." Dan grabbed her hair and pulled it back, but remained leaning with the knife pressed blunt-edge down against her panty-covered pussy. "They're gone, Jen. He and his family are on vacation. They won't be back for three days. You didn't know?" Jen's eyes widened and her mouth opened to respond, but Dan shoved his cock back in it. She held it there and sobbed. "I told you, I cased this place, little girl. I found out all about you and your neighbors." Dan stuck his cock a little deeper into her mouth and she sobbed again and choked a little and sucked the phlegm off his intruding head in spite of herself. "Your landlady on the first floor? She's almost deaf and nearly blind and fast asleep by now." His knife-hand slid under her panties and Jen froze her body and wanted to sink into the mattress. With a vicious pull he sliced up and tore her red cotton panties open. He slowly moved the knife down and rubbed the back edge against her exposed pussy lips. "Your boyfriend? Well, he doesn't come around that much, not nearly as much as he would if you showed him what a dirty little whore you like to be," Dan said as he extended his fingers past the knife and explored Jen's pussy lips and clit. Jen moaned deep in her throat. She surprised herself at how much this goddamn rapist was turning her on. His words and his teasing made her body react like a slut and she hated him for it. Why didn't he just fuck her and get it over with? Her clit throbbed as he kept her head wrapped around his cock and stroked her wet pussy and told her how isolated and abandoned she was. She could feel herself giving in and accepting that she was his plaything, no matter the consequences. "Or maybe that's why you keep it a secret?" Dan asked, as he tossed the knife aside and probed deeper into her cunt. His thumb rubbed her engorged clit and two of his fingers curled into her cunt to rub the sensitive spot. "Maybe you still hold out hope that some nice, rich dick is gonna ride in and take you away? You can't be a cock hungry little whore and expect that to happen, can you?" Jen moaned and strained against her bindings and tried to swallow the man's cock. She wanted him to stop talking and just cum. She wanted him to keep talking and never stop. Her thoughts raced and she closed her eyes. The next thing she knew, there was a humming noise and her clit was vibrating. "MMAAHHNNFFFF!" she moaned loudly around his cock. "This is your true friend, isn't little whore?" Jen squeezed her eyes further shut and sobbed as she could feel her body pull up toward him of its own volition. "I found this little toy on your futon, next to your lap top that was displaying the most disgusting shit I've ever seen! You get off on watching little girls get tied up, tortured and fucked? You're fucking depraved, you worthless slut." Jen's mind reeled in humiliation and horniness. All of a sudden, she was the one in those porno clips getting humiliated and abused. She was the one who was being controlled, threatened and used. A massive tide of something urgent was approaching her from the inside. She reached her head up as far as her binds and neck would allow and tried to suck as much of his cock as possible. If he would only just stop fucking talking! He made her feel like a dirty useless whore who wasn't even smart enough to know it. It made her pussy pulse and throb and she felt herself giving in and it throbbed more. "I've watched you, little slut. At first just to see your schedule, but then because I was curious why a hot little piece of ass like you was still unmarried. Why didn't you find some nice white-bread, weekends-in-the-Hamptons, daddy's-business-inheriting, short-penised husband?" Jen moaned and sobbed around the head of his cock as he pressed the vibrator down on her clit and continued to stroke her pussy lips. "It bothered me beyond reason until one night I was watching the house and saw you come out onto your balcony. You were clothed only in your underwear, right out there for anyone to see. It was then it occurred to me, seeing you bare your hot little body to the world, that you didn't want a husband; you desperately wanted anyone who walked by and caught a glimpse of you, to ring you up and then fuck your brains out. Use you like the slut you wanted to be." The tide had finally surged and broke upon her pussy as he pressed, and then gently released, the vibrator from her clit. Her orgasm exploded and washed over her and her head threw back and she wailed "YYEEAAHHHH!!!!" The expression on her face was frozen in ecstasy, with her mouth stretched open beneath his cock long after her yell faded away. Her hips bucked and Dan rode on top of her thrusting body, gently teasing her erect clit and inflamed pussy lips. He smiled beneath his mask. As she shuddered and sighed, he gently got off of her and lay down next to her and cradled her exhausted face in his hands. "I love you, you slutty whore," he said and took off his mask. Jen was still breathing heavily and she opened her eyes a little and smiled at his beaming face and tussled hair. "Nice ski mask." "You like it? It's amazing what you can pick up at yard sales." "You were supposed to come tomorrow night, you sneaky shit!" "Wouldn't be much of a rape if I did, would it?" "No," she whispered. "I suppose not," she added as she sighed again and tested the binds once more. She looked back at him as he admired her body and ran his hands over her tits and down her abdomen and across her pelvis, his fingers gently brushing her close-cropped pussy hair and wet clit. "So," she whispered seductively, "What do you want to do to your little tied up slave?" Dan looked her in the eyes and smiled. "I'm going to give her what every worthless little slut deserves," he said as he started to attack her nipples with his teeth and stroked her soaked cunt with his fingers. "Wait," she whispered breathlessly. "Put the mask back on and put the gag back in my mouth." Dan yanked the ski mask back over his face and got off the bed. Jen watched as he opened a dresser drawer and took out the ball gag they sometimes used. The panties were fun, but he loved seeing her mouth struggle with the big red, rubber ball as he fucked her. She moaned loudly as he crawled back on top of her and secured it in her mouth and around her head. He grabbed her face in one hand and shook it slightly. "Now listen," he commanded. "You've had your fun and now it's my turn, bitch!" He rose up on his toes and one hand as he bent above her and slapped her tits with the back of his other hand. Jen let out a high-pitched squeal behind her gag. Dan quickly pivoted on the bed, took out the knife and sliced the ankle bonds, covering her legs with his torso so she couldn't move. Then he raised himself up, grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her back so quickly Jen could not react. She felt the bindings of her wrists tighten and twist as her hands crossed above her. He forced her left ankle down against her thigh and held it like that and wrapped duct tape around them, binding them together. Jen groaned loudly and he did the same to her other leg and then threw the tape to the floor. He crawled off of her and forced her legs apart with his knees and the threat of his knife pressed against one ass cheek. She submitted and he dropped the knife to the side and held his cock as he looked at the smooth skin of her back, her tight and round ass and the shadowy crevice of her pussy. He lay down on top of her and pressed his cock on her pussy lips. Her bound legs could do nothing but tiredly submit and open further. "Now, you're going to get what you always wanted, you dirty little whore," he growled as he breathed heavily onto the back of her neck. His cock thrust into her swollen lips and he found she was much wetter than he had imagined. His cock slid in easily, but her tight pussy walls still hugged his throbbing shaft close. He began to move his hips slowly up and down, pushing his aching dick into the warm wetness of her vagina. "Your filthy mind has always imagined being raped and used, hasn't it, you sick bitch? " Jen could only give a high-pitched little moan with every thrust of his cock. Her nostrils flared and drool pushed out around her ball gag. Her eyes squeezed shut and she concentrated on the fantasy of having her pussy being violated by some stranger in a ski mask. It tingled and pushed out more juice and she could feel the horny swell of anticipation in her cunt again. Dan reached down and squeezed her ass with both hands and lifted a little up on his knees so he could fuck her and touch her and whisper dirty thoughts to her all at the same time. The position made his chest support most of his weight and he bore down on her shoulder blades. His mouth whispered to her from the base of her neck. "Take it, little whore. Look at how fucking wet you are! You love to get raped. You love getting used and abused by a man. Open your fucking legs wide and take it!" Dan could feel the tingle start on the underside of his cock. He could feel it spread around the base of it and over the tip of it like a swiftly creeping alien vine from some Manga fantasy. He had been holding back his lust, controlling it to make Jen's rape fantasy as much about her pleasure as he could. Now, he loved that he was free to explode all over her anytime he liked. He kind of liked right now. The tingling sensation became overwhelming along his entire shaft and he could feel his cock-head thicken and harden. A pull-cord of climax was yanked and Dan swiftly withdrew from her pleading pussy and slapped his cock in the shallow crevice of her ass cheeks. He pushed them together as far as they would go and gave a few last hard thrusts into the small of her back. His cum erupted from his straining head and his mind disintegrated and he felt like pieces of him were falling out to form a puddle on her beautiful smooth skin. He tensed every muscle he had and thrust, just barely hearing Jen moan loudly. He could feel those pieces down there, wetly spreading over her and desperately seeking to know all that she was and never finding even the first bit of it. He felt her arch her ass up more to rub forcefully against his cock and an additional wave of excitement flooded his sex and he spurt out the last of his cum, before shuddering and collapsing next to her again. After resting a few seconds to catch his breath, he reached over and undid Jen's gag. She was watching his face with wide, dark eyes. He withdrew the gag and massaged her jaw. She sucked his thumb passionately and then released it and looked at him again before saying, "Untie me and let me suck your cock while I rub my dirty pussy!" Dan's dick twitched in response and he smiled at her and knew he was in for a long night. Fear and Lusting Ch. 02 Fear and Lusting Chapter Two (Note to the reader: This is the second chapter of the first part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.) Jen's naked body was lying curled across Dan, her left leg thrown over his stomach and pressing against his tired and spent penis. She caressed his chest hair as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. Dan was almost comatose from the hours of exertion Jen had extracted from him. It was late at night or early morning. He couldn't see the clock and couldn't lift his head to do so. He had almost nodded off to sleep, when he heard her ask, "So, what's your darkest fantasy?" His eyelids sprang open and he looked down at her. "Hmmm?" he asked, unsure of his response. "I told you mine, now you have to tell me yours!" she said. Dan remembered how she had told him about it almost a week ago. They had been dating for almost a year and a half, the amount of time even the most passionate of relationships seem to exhaust their full steam. They could tell theirs was running out, too, even though they still intensely loved each other. They had been explorative and passionate in their love making, but there was still that feeling that everyone gets by that point in time. Something was missing. The lust wanes and the fiery sex flames of yesterday die down to glowing embers that only occasionally emit sparks. He wanted Jen to stay with him with all the desire in his heart and lusted after her like no other woman he knew, either in fantasy or reality, so he had decided to dig deeper and see what he could find. He had been laying across the foot of the bed, his left arm supporting his head while he looked at her beautiful face concentrating on her pleasure as two of the fingers of his right hand massaged the inside of her pussy and his ring finger caressed and penetrated her asshole. She held a small, vibrating egg to her clit while she lay on her back in front of him. She had rolled her head around and looked at him with half closed eyes. He stared at her and asked, "Tell me your darkest fantasy." Her eyes opened a little and she smiled. "You know what it is. It's when you wake up before me on a Saturday and get cleaned and dressed and then come and pull my naked body out of the bed to the floor. Then you tie my hands to the bed and tie my feet together and put a blindfold and gag on me. All through the day, you come in whenever you want and use my body – " "No. I mean, tell me your Darkest fantasy," he interrupted her, even though he loved this story. Jen just stared at him for a few seconds. The hum of the vibrator filled the silence. "Tell me the one that you would never tell anyone. The one that enters your mind when you're masturbating and can find nothing else to get you off. You know the one I mean. The one that is sick and horrible and yet makes your clit explode." The vibrator stopped and Jen pulled it up to her chest and her shocked and surprised look betrayed an almost intense glee. "No!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "No one gets to know about that! Come on!" Dan withdrew his fingers from her holes and moved up to lie beside her before shoving them all in her mouth so she tasted her own pussy and ass juice. She instantly moaned and relaxed. The vibrator flicked back on and she pressed it on her clit. Dan could feel her deep, sharp breaths from her nose on his hand as she sucked insistently on his fingers. "Tell me," he whispered in her ear. "Just close your eyes and start imaging it and narrate it for me. It's all right. I promise I won't get freaked out. I might not be able to make it happen for you, but tell me anyway and I'll at least have some more dirty things to say to you while I fuck you." Jen moaned and released his fingers. She turned her face slightly away from him. She was thrilled he wanted to know, but also apprehensive. Would it repulse him? Probably not, she thought. Would it excite him? That's what scared her a little, but she took a small breath and closed her eyes and said, "There's a man waiting for me when I come home. I don't know why he's there or what he wants, but he grabs me and forces me onto the bed. He holds me down and cuts my clothes off...." She breathed deeply a few times and swallowed as her legs opened wider and she turned the intensity of the vibrator to maximum. "He orders me to be quiet and stay still..." Her voice pitched up a little as she said this and Dan could see her throat muscles clench. "He keeps the knife pressed near my cunt as he makes me tie my own hands to the bed." Her voice was louder now. Her hands were pressed against her pussy, one holding the egg, the other pushing fingers deep into her sopping cunt. "He takes ropes and ties my ankles to the bed as far apart as they'll go! I start to scream, but he covers my lips and then stuffs my ripped panties and bra in my mouth... ANNNNHHHHH!" she moaned loud and hard. She breathed quickly and worked her pussy faster. She was breathing hard and tensing all of her muscles. Dan reached out and put one hand over her mouth and the other over her heart. "Shhh. Just relax," he whispered in her ear. Jen felt his hand covering her mouth and pressing firmly on her chest and she slowed her heart under his command. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just take deep breaths and stay still for me." Her back arched up a little at his words, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Now tell me, little whore. Tell me more about what's happening." Dan spread his fingers over her face so she could move her mouth to speak. "He takes his time rubbing his rough hands over my thighs and squeezes my tits so hard and tight. I see them squeeze out of his grip and start to turn purple from the pressure! He lets them go and suddenly slaps them hard and I scream through my gag. He keeps telling me what a worthless, useless, slutty little cunt I am." Dan lifted the hand he had over her heart and savagely twisted her left nipple. " AAHHHHHH!" she yelled as her head arched back against the mattress. Jen's hips started to buck up slightly and rhythmically. "He... takes... out... his cock...and climbs on top of me..." Jen could feel the surge of orgasm starting to swell between her thighs. Dan continued to squeeze her left tit and nipple as his other hand pressed down on her face. "He calls me a filthy bitch... and tells me he's going to fuck me all night... and cum on every part of me as many times... as he wants." Jen's body went rigid and her face froze in the peculiar twisted expression of pleasure. "Then he... FUCKS ME... LIKE A USELESS... FUCK SLUT!!!!" Jen exclaimed with breathy sobs of ecstasy. Dan reached out with both hands and savagely pinched her nipples while her orgasm crashed over her and pushed a wave of sensation over her body. When he saw her jaw start to relax, he released her nipples and ran one hand over them and reached the other down to shove her vibrator away and lightly flick her clit. She breathed a few short breaths in and out as the fading ripples of her climax rose higher by his actions. She shuddered after a few seconds and grabbed his arms and he stopped. He felt her relax after a second or two and then Jen breathed evenly and deeply, but still didn't face him. He gently turned her head toward him. "So, what are you doing next Saturday night?" he asked with a playful smile. Now, Jen was asking him the same question. Her eyes bore into his as she waited, a playful smile dancing around her lips. Dan looked down at her and grinned and put a hand on the back of her head and said, "You." Jen snorted and slapped his hip. "Come on! Don't give me a line, I really want to know!" "You know it's true! I've told you how many times I masturbate just thinking of you or looking at the dirty pictures I've taken of you!" "You know that's not what I'm talking about. I mean the fantasy that makes your cock hard when you don't want it to be. The one that seeps out of the filthy and terrible part you have buried down deep and infects your mind and makes you imagine the most depraved things imaginable." She said with fierce importance as she pinched one of his nipples hard. He yelped and laughed. "I know it's there. Don't hide it from me!" She exclaimed with a laugh. Her other hand moved up to grab his other nipple and he grabbed both her hands and forced them away while they giggled and wrestled. He turned her over onto her back and pinned her legs down with his weight. His hands held her wrists near her head and looked at her beautiful face as she her eyes stared seductively up at him. "I know what it is," she whispered. "Yeah, what?" "You want a tight and sexy little teen girl," Jen breathed up at him. Dan was pushing the latter part of his middle thirties and Jen was just about to leave her twenties, so she knew from other older men she had dated before that this was the most common filthy fantasy they had. This man, no matter how incredible she thought him to be, was certainly no exception. Hell, sometimes even she included a submissive teen slut in her own fantasies. "You want some horny little teenager who's never been fucked to look at you with her big, innocent eyes and ask you if she could just see your cock. Just to look at it, because she's never seen one before." Jen pitched her voice higher and softer and made every word sound pleading. "Please, sir. I just want to look at it! I promise I won't tell anyone!" Dan's cock was rapidly stiffening as it pressed onto her pelvis and his grip softened on her wrists. "Please! Just let me have one little peek?" Dan moved off of her in spite of himself, lost in this fantasy. He covered himself with a sheet and lay down next to her. "All right," he exhaled huskily. "Just one look. That's all." He withdrew the sheet and his erection bounced out. Jen looked down and brought one hand to her mouth as she gasped. "Oh! It's so big! How does it get so hard like that?" She never let on how ridiculous her act was and Dan heard a small groan escape his chest. Jen moved her other hand to caress and pinch one of her nipples. Oh, he thought to himself, she's really laying it on thick now. Her other hand hesitantly approached the head of his cock. "Please," she said as she licked her lips and looked imploringly at his face. He was watching her delicate fingers slowly approaching his dick and he fought every urge to shove it into her hand. "Can I touch it? I've never touched one before. I swear no one will ever know." "Yes," he said, the word forcing itself off his tongue with primal intensity. He leaned back and supported himself on his elbows, as Jen shifted to sit cross-legged by his left hip, like some nubile girl playing a naughty game at a slumber party. She kept her face frozen in amazement and gently caressed the underside of his cock head with the fingers of her left hand. The muscles at the base of Dan's shaft squeezed and it slapped her knuckles. "Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Did I hurt it?" "No, no. It's all right. That just means it likes you." "Ohhh," she said and returned her hand to caress gently along his length. Her fingers wrapped lightly around his girth and slid up and then around his head and then back down. "It feels so hard and smooth and strong in my hand all at the same time." She continued to stroke him with light and explorative fingers, like some amateur, and Dan reveled in the act she was putting on for him. She started to bend her head toward it and then stopped. Her face looked at him with surprise and hesitation. "I... I just... I hope you don't think I'm a bad girl or anything, but I just want to taste it. Please? I've heard so much about it that I'm just dying to know what it tastes like. I promise I won't tell anyone about this." She continued to gently slide her hands all over his penis. "Promise?" he asked. She nodded with her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide. "This'll be our little secret?" "Oh, yes, I swear!" "All right, then. Kiss the sides of it and kiss all the way up to the tip." Jen's head dipped and moved hesitantly in as she held his cock upright. Her lips met with the side of his shaft and she gave it small, sweet kisses as she worked her way up. When she got to the head, she opened her mouth and shifted position to lie across his knees and look at him with child-like wonder on her face. Her beautiful C cups pressed against his thigh and her legs curled up to display that most magnificent of feminine curves. "Go ahead, my little girl. It's ok." His mind was lost and he could swear Jen was a closeted 18 year-old virgin who had never tasted cock before. As her mouth closed around his head and her hand tightened slightly around his base, he inhaled with a shudder. Jen was licking his tip and massaging it with her lips as her hand squeezed and released his shaft. He felt harder than he ever had in his life, like he was fucking a virgin with a cock ring made for a midget. Jen took more into her mouth and gave little high-pitched moans. "You like that, little girl? You like a man's cock in your mouth?" Jen's head raised up and she looked at him over the tip as she pressed it against her lips. "Yes! Oh, it's so wonderful! I love it so much! It feels so good in my mouth... I only wish... I just wish I could put it in my pussy, but I don't want to do that yet. It's just so big and I really just want to wait until I'm a little older – " Dan felt the drop door that led to the dark attic of his mind fall down. The beat up old footlocker in the corner was thrown open and it's contents spilled out across his consciousness. He was distantly aware of Jen's gasp as he bolted up, grabbed her shoulders and rolled her roughly over to pin her beneath him. He put both of her wrists above her head and held them tightly in his left hand. In his sickly twisting mind, they were such small and fragile and weak little girl's hands and he easily engulfed them. His knees pried and pushed her knees and legs apart with the help of his right hand as he reached it down to scoop under her left knee and bend it up. He slid the crook of his arm around the bend in her knee and held it pressed against her side as he viciously attacked her nipples with his tongue and teeth. "No, please, sir!" Jen was whining in a high-pitched voice. Dan could only barely hear her with all the blood rushing in his ears. "I told you I couldn't! I'm just not ready yet!" Dan maneuvered the head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy and heard her squeal and sob. "Shhh, my little girl. It's ok," he said in a thick whisper with his face pressed against the side of her face, his lips next to her ear. "It's all right. Daddy's going to show you how much he loves you." He thrust his cock into her wet, tiny little virgin hole. The walls of her vagina grabbed and pulled him in and he groaned explosively. Jen cried out and sobbed. "Oh, no... oh, god... oh, no..." she whined and cried in her little girl voice. Dan pumped his cock into her harder and faster with every little whimper. His face was still buried on her cheek and he continued to whisper to her. "That's my good girl... Be Daddy's good little girl... It's ok... It won't be too much longer, now honey... Daddy's almost done..." "Ohhh, Daddy, it hurts so much!" Jen cried and screamed in her throat. "It's too much for me, Daddy! Please! Please!" He thrust into her faster and harder and grunted like a wild animal. Jen's every sob and whimper and whine drove his lust further over the edge. The ripcord that tied his cum in a tight, quivering bundle was torn apart by her tiny pleas. He released her leg and grabbed his cock before it exploded in her cunt and quickly crouched over her face as his other hand continued to hold her wrists. Her expression as she looked up at him was a delicious mix of surprise and submissiveness. He yanked hard on the glistening wand in his hand and felt the surging filth of his disgusting desire expel violently from his hole. "Daddy, what are you – " she started to say. Cum shot into her mouth and then arced over her face to land across her nose and eyelids and forehead. She cried out again and provocatively thought to say, "No, Daddy, please don't!" Her words threw gasoline on his burning imagination and two more heavy arcs landed on her cheeks and chin as Dan felt every muscle in his body trying to squeeze more cum out of him. His face contorted and he pressed the head against her lips as the last drops pumped out. He didn't know what to do with the powerful sensations that were electrifying him and he turned his head and bit his own arm as he shuddered and started to shake uncontrollably. With a few deep breaths, he finally collapsed next to her. He could only just barely feel Jen sit up and kneel over his waist and lick the cum off his twitching cock as she also rubbed it off her own face and into her mouth. Dan's mind swam and sank and rose up and surrendered. She had teased out the ugly beast that crouched behind his lust and forced him to show it to her. He waited for her to interrogate him about it, but instead he felt her softly kissing his stomach and chest and face as she leaned over him. "So, what are you doing next Saturday night?" she asked in a whisper. Fear and Lusting Ch. 03 (Note to the reader: This is the third chapter of the first part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.) Over the next couple of days, Dan tried to get Jen to tell him what she had planned. He tried to get her to see that it was crazy and unreasonable for her to try to entice some horny teen from some sleazy on-line ad or personals, or worse – to hire some prostitute. It was just too risky. Besides, he asked her, how would she really feel about him fucking some young girl? "Turned on," she said. "Come on. Maybe in fantasy, but in reality you wouldn't want to know that was happening while you're here and waiting for me to come home!" "Who says I won't be there, too?" Dan just stared at her and realized she had already planned something. Not only that, but she wanted in on it. The beast locked inside the footlocker in his mind stirred and growled. "What are you up to, Jen?" "Don't worry. I know just the right girl and I know where she lives and I know just the right time to grab her." "No, absolutely not. I might fuck a willing 18 year old, but kidnap someone?" "Oh, stop it. I wouldn't let you rape a little girl in a million years, you know that." She reached up and held his face in her hands. "Trust me. Although, I don't know her that well, I think my instincts are right and she'll relax and take anything we give her with pleasure. If I'm wrong, then we'll get out, tell her we were just playing out a fantasy and didn't mean any harm and we'll leave." Dan just looked at her. "Listen," she continued. "You made my fantasy come true in a very creative and satisfying way, now trust me to do the same for you. I'm not going to make a monster out of you, I promise." She kissed him and with that face in front of his eyes he lost sight of what was troubling him. It was around 8 o'clock on Saturday night and the two of them strolled up to the small apartment building and Jen produced a key. Dan looked at the names on the mailboxes in the foyer and saw Kristen James listed at number 22. He pointed it out to Jen as she unlocked the front door and she nodded. Earlier in the week, she had noticed the girl left her keys out in the little cubby space she used during the yoga class she and Jen both attended. Jen had excused herself early from one class and took them when the desk attendant was distracted. She had brought them to a nearby locksmith and had them copied. She returned to class about twenty minutes later and held her stomach and said she wasn't feeling well and drove home with the new set. Dan stopped her outside the apartment. "Does she have a roommate?" Jen smiled up at him. "Didn't I tell you not to worry? I took care of her. She's on the date of her life," she giggled as she opened the door and they entered. It didn't sound like anyone was home and they carefully checked both bedrooms. Dan was almost thankful she wasn't here. He was desperately curious, but this seemed too dangerous no matter how much Jen reassured him. He knew she had a dangerous side, and he loved exploring it with her, but he certainly didn't want anyone hurt. "Well," he said as he took off his ski mask. "Looks like your plan's a bust." Jen turned to him and pulled him in to one of the bedrooms. "She'll be home in about a half hour. Remember? This is Saturday night. The yoga class I see her at on Thursdays and Saturdays gets out at 8 and is probably 15 or 20 minutes from here." Dan put his ski mask back on and finally relaxed into her plan. Maybe this thing would pull off all right, he thought. Even if she didn't calm down, they could just tie her up and be gone well before anyone noticed anything. He reached out without thinking and grabbed Jen's similarly masked jaw. "You're going to be in charge of making sure that little girl is ready for me, aren't you?" Jen's head nodded slightly. "I'll surprise her and hold her, but you have to gag her quickly before she screams. Are you ready to do that?" "Yes," she whispered. Dan took the bag off his shoulders and unzipped it and gave her the ball gag. He zipped it back up and led her back into the living room. He dropped it by the side of the sofa and led Jen over to stand near him by the door, in the small space between its hinges and the nearest wall. If the girl opened the door all the way, she would notice it hit them, but even then wouldn't be able to see them. Dan left Jen crouched there and tested the wall switch closest to the door and was happy to see it lit up only the two floor lamps bracketing the TV. He went over and pulled out the plugs and walked back to the door. He flipped the switch back down and threw the bolt and returned to lean his back against the wall. Jen sank down on her knees and leaned her head against his thigh. They waited. They waited with ski masks on. The bolt started to turn and Dan tapped Jen's shoulder. She brought the ball gag up in her hands and pulled it taught as she rose up a little. The door opened slightly and Dan guided it gently back to stop slowly in front of his face. When he heard her flick the light switch a few times, he strained to hear her take a step inside. He could just hear the fabric of her clothes shift as she stepped into the room. He slammed the door shut, the edge of it clipping the girl's shoulder and spinning her around as she gasped. Dan reached out and grabbed her shoulders and spun her around again so her back was to him. By the time she was summoning strength in her arms to fight, he had slid his hands down to hold her wrists together behind her back and had moved his pelvis onto her back as Jen knelt in front of her knees, keeping her off balance. "NO!" she started to cry as Jen shoved the ball gag in her mouth and pressed her head back into Dan's chest as she tightened and fastened it. "Listen, little girl," he whispered into her ear. "Don't struggle. We want you to be good and submissive and do as we tell you. If you don't do as you're told, you will be punished. Be a good girl, and you might actually enjoy this. Understand?" Kristen whined and tried to struggle, but Jen slapped her hard on her cheek and Dan squeezed her wrists mercilessly. "Understand?" he repeated. She nodded and gave a muffled affirmation. Dan extended her arms behind her back and held tight on her hands as he said to Jen, "Bind her." Kristen tried to run as Jen took pressure off her legs, but Dan wouldn't let go. Jen reached out and grabbed her throat and helped pull her back. "Another move like that and we stop being so nice," Jen said in a voice that surprised Dan. He had heard her be loud, commanding, angry and lustful, but he had never heard her like this. She sounded like she meant it. The girl stopped struggling and Jen bound her wrists with the duct tape. Dan walked her to the bedroom and threw her face-up on the bed and immediately got on top of her. He sat on her hips and she couldn't move as she stared fearfully up at him. Jen took a couple of candles out of the bag she brought into the room. She had brought them so they could see what they were doing but could still keep the light dim so Kristen had less of a chance to identify them. There were other uses for them, too. She lit them on Kristen's dresser and took out two more and lit them on the nightstand near the bed. Dan could see Kristen's features now and could make out long, straight blonde hair, blue eyes and a face with delicate and fine features. She was a little smaller than Jen, but her body felt just as powerful under him. He wanted to see it. Dan took out the knife and lifted her sweatshirt. Kristen started to moan and struggle, but Dan cut anyway. As he pushed the knife up and out and worked it up to her neckline, Jen got on the bed and lay down at Kristen's head and pushed it down so Dan could cut through the heavy seam there without hurting her. Kristen's breasts pushed against her white bra as she breathed and shivered. Dan reached down and cut open the bra without even thinking about it. Her tits were smaller than Jen's, probably B-cups, with small nipples that were already hard. Dan dropped the knife next to her and then grabbed her tits in his hands and squeezed them together. Kristen tried to scream past her gag, but Jen held her head down and shushed her. Dan leaned down and licked and sucked her nipples, feeling the hard nubs enter his mouth and harden even more as he licked. He felt her rib cage thrust under her skin as she breathed in sharply from his attention. He wanted to see the rest of her and he moved quickly off the bed and grabbed the hem of her sweat pants and pulled them off. She gave a high pitched moan and tried to kick her legs up, but he reached out and swatted them back down and then pinched them between his knees as he stood over her. She wore only her tight cotton panties now. Dan leaned over and grabbed the knife, pulled up on her waistband and cut them off her in one decisive stroke. Kristen yelled behind her gag, but Jen kept her head still. Kristen tried to twist her hips away from him, but he pushed down on them and looked at her tight little stomach and closely cropped dirty blonde pussy hair. He felt his cock begin to thicken as she struggled under his grasp. He lay down on top of her and grabbed her throat. "Get the ropes," he said to Jen. Kristen squealed and strained, but Dan smothered her. Jen got off the bed and withdrew lengths of silky white rope from the bag and placed them on the bed and began to resume her position at Kristen's head. "Take your clothes off," he commanded in a husky whisper. Jen stood back up and took off her tight, black sweater and black spandex leggings. She hesitated and Dan barked, "All of it!" Jen undid her bra and slid out of her panties. Her beautiful body stood above him as he pressed himself against the little girl on the bed. He looked at her and his cock grew into a full erection. "Now come over here and kneel beside me on the bed." Jen complied and he lifted himself and took one hand from Kristen's throat and grabbed Jen's masked head and forced it down onto Kristen's face. "Kiss her. Kiss that bitch." Jen's tongue sought Kristen's mouth and licked her shaking lips. She probed her tongue behind them and Kristen opened her mouth and they kissed. Kristen let out a surprised and excited groan. Jen kissed her passionately and ran her hands over the girl's tits and face. As she was doing this, Dan got off of Kristen and put one of her legs between his as he stood at the side of the bed. The other leg, he lifted and bent up and out so it rested on the bed and her cunt became exposed. Kristen squealed again and tried to push her leg back down, but Jen reached a hand down and started massaging her clit while she kissed her. Kristen relaxed enough so Dan could tie her ankle to her thigh. She moaned worriedly and Jen increased the tempo of her rubbing. Dan did the other leg the same way, as he sat on the leg he just tied. He took a long length of rope out and secured it around the leg knot and then tapped Jen's shoulder with the end. She immediately looked up at him and took it, but was unsure what he wanted. "Turn her over." Jen yanked on the rope and Kristen yelped and flipped over onto her back. Dan cut away the remains of her clothes and then got another small length of rope that had a metal loop at one end. He tied it around her neck, but not too tightly, and let the loop rest in the small of her back, near her bound hands. He then had Jen run the long rope he had given her through the loop and tie it off around her other leg knot. Kristen could no longer try to close her legs without also strangling herself. She laid there on her stomach with her head raised, trying not to tighten the ropes and her throat made soft, frightened moans that pushed out around her gag. Dan looked down at her tight little body and made his final decision. He scooped her hips up under his arm and shifted her body so her knees were at the foot of the bed. He walked around to stand behind her. "Get up on those pillows and push your pussy into her face," he ordered Jen. She placed a couple of pillows in front of Kristen's raised head and sat on them as she thrust her cunt into the girl's face. She forced Kristen's head to rub her clit with her nose and ball gag. Dan looked at her sexy hips thrusting down and her beautiful breasts rising and falling and could no longer resist taking his dick out. It sprang past his zipper and tasted fresh air and flexed its full girth in front of Kristen's tight little teen hole. He reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks and pressed the tip against her pussy lips, pleased to find them wet and ready. Kristen moaned loud and long and Jen pressed her head closer. "That's right, little slut," she said in a whispered shout. "Moan and yell and vibrate that ball gag against my clit. I'm going to watch you get raped while you get me off!" Dan thrust forward into her tight little cunt and felt the firm hug of her vagina. Kristen shouted behind her gag, but her head was almost bobbing as she tried to rub Jen's clit with it. Dan pushed in as far as he could go and let out a loud groan. He pushed her ass cheeks apart as he began thrusting in and out of her wet little hole. Kristen seemed to be uttering a long sustained shout, but it didn't seem like crying or begging. Dan wouldn't have noticed either way, so lost was he in the pleasure of invading this beautiful little girl's body while Jen watched and rode her face. He fought hard to keep from cumming and tried to squeeze the muscles that controlled his bladder in order to keep the sensations at bay. Even still, after a few minutes, he was just too excited and had to withdraw. "Take her gag off and make her lick your cunt!" he ordered. Jen reached down and undid Kristen's gag. The girl didn't scream or talk, just breathed deeply and opened and closed her mouth. Jen thrust her wet pussy onto her lips and Kristen began licking and moaning louder. Dan knelt down and stuck his tongue in her ass and she squealed into Jen's pussy. Jen wrapped her hands tighter around her head and pushed her harder into her cunt. Dan pushed his tongue in as far as it would go and fingered her soaked pussy. He pulled out two moistened fingers and stuck them in her ass and Kristen's head jerked and shook as she worked Jen's clit even harder. Dan stood back up and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock and leaned over Kristen to add pressure. His head pressed into her ass and she gave an animal grunt. He pushed it in further and she began emitting a high-pitched whine as he thrust all the way in and gently began fucking her ass. "Be a good little girl, Kristen... That's right, be my good little girl... Just take my cock in your tight little ass and this will all be over soon... I promise... Oh, you're doing so well... Lick that pussy and take my cock... Oh, Daddy's so very proud of you..." He couldn't tell for sure, but with Kristen bucking her ass up at him and her muffled shouts of indiscernible words, she might actually have been getting off. Dan began fucking her tight little asshole even harder as he pressed down onto her. "Take it, little girl! Take my cock in your ass! Be a good little slut and let me ass fuck you! OH! Oh God! I'm gonna cum in your ass! Take my cum you little fucking ass slut!" There were a few orgasms Dan had had in his life that he actually remembered and would sometimes think about. The majority of them had been with Jen, but this one joined that prestigious club. He felt a thrilling ripping sensation tear through his body and his hands and feet went completely numb. All he could sense was his enormous head buried deep in this little girl's ass. The next thing he knew, it was pumping his cum into her and he felt all the energy of his body sucked into his cock and flushed into her asshole. He had to rest lightly on her back for a few seconds as the last of him dripped out. He pulled himself out of her and then off of her and leaned on the bed next to her, his eyes tracing up her bound legs, firm ass cheeks, smooth back and sweaty face as she turned and smiled at him and rested against Jen's pussy. "Hi," she said between deep breaths. She gave a little laugh at Dan's puzzled expression and then looked up at Jen. "You fuckers were supposed to come tomorrow afternoon!" "Wouldn't be much of a rape if we did, would it?" Jen said as she took off her mask and was glad to feel air on her face again. "No, I suppose – " "Shut up and lick my clit you useless whore!" Jen commanded as she pulled Kristen by her hair and forced her mouth back onto her pussy. Dan peeled off his mask and felt his erection returning. Another long night, he thought. The three of them sat on the couch watching late night TV - mostly dressed, in case the roommate came home early from her date. After they had exhausted themselves for a couple of hours, Jen had confessed to Dan while the girl was in the bathroom that Kristen was someone she used to baby-sit when she was a teenager herself. They had stayed friends, albeit distantly, but had recently been spending more time together at the yoga class they both attended. Jen knew Kristen had a crush on her and used it to suggest this scenario and she had accepted. Kristen lay with her head in Jen's lap and legs draped over Dan's knees. "You guys are awesome," she said. "You're just so kinky and sexy and you look so good together. I wish I was in a relationship like what you guys have..." Dan rubbed her knee and looked at her face. Although she was almost twenty, she still looked like a naïve kid. Maybe it's still normal, he mused, to be innocent at that age. He wanted to tell her that what he and Jen had wasn't for everyone. It might not even be for them, but it was simply what they were doing. He looked at Jen's face and saw she was watching the TV with a blank expression. Maybe she was already bored. Maybe she was distancing herself from everything that had happened. Probably both. "Well, Kristen, look... we should probably get going before your roommate comes home," Dan said as he got up. He spit out the line he had rehearsed in his head. "I had a really great time. This was a fantasy of mine and you made it come true and I can't tell you how much it means to me." He smiled and leaned down and kissed her lips with affection as Jen stood up and gathered their things. "I hope we can do it again some time." "Me too!" Kristen exclaimed. "Call me, ok?" she asked Jen. Jen looked back and gave a smile and wave as she walked out the door. "Sure. Thanks. Bye." Dan could clearly see it was insincere and Jen's face was a mask more impenetrable than the ski mask she had worn. They got in the car they had parked around the corner and Dan started the engine. It was the middle of summer and he rolled down the window to let some air into the stifling space. The distant and omnipresent noise of the city surrounded them. Dan leaned over and kissed Jen's lips. Although they were warm, they barely kissed back. "Thank you for arranging this. It was spectacular." "Of course," she said simply, her smile sincere, but her face inscrutable. The distance between them widened and became a chasm. She was an object on the other side that he was straining to see. After a few seconds he gave up and hoped he could find a way over to her some time later. As they drove, Dan thought about the mistakes he had made. Sure, Jen had dragged this out of him and couldn't reasonably blame him for what happened, but what the hell did that matter to a woman's heart? He fucked that girl in front of her and enjoyed it. That had to leave a mark. He wished he wasn't as big of an idiot as he was, but there was little to do about it now. He loved Jen desperately and wished he knew how he could make her forget about it and they could just move on. Move on to what, he had no idea. Fear and Lusting Ch. 03 "Did you like fucking her?" she finally asked into the silence as they drove into the night. "Of course," Dan said simply. Their relationship had never been about bullshit and he wasn't about to start it now. His incapacity to generate the manipulative little lies most men automatically spouted to try to get in her pants was one of the main reasons she loved him. She almost wished he could do it now, though. "Was her pussy tighter than mine?" Dan slowed the car and eased it off the road and stopped. He turned and grabbed Jen's face and made her look at him. "Enough. You're pissed at me because I fucked her and I liked it and you saw it. I'm sorry you have to deal with that, but there it is. If we could keep her in the basement and I could go down and fuck her every day and then fuck you every night, I'd be delighted." He pulled her cool impassive face close to his. "But I fucking love you, you bitch. I love every second I get to spend with you and I'd do anything to make you happy, so don't for a second think I'm sacrificing anything by driving away from there to spend the night with you in my arms in our bed with that goddamned adorable cat trying to nuzzle its way into our embrace." He knew if anything could melt that ice over her face, it was probably that. Dan loved cats, but never owned one and hadn't lived with one in many years until he had moved in with Jen. He had grown up with them, a lot of them, and instinctively knew the bond they had with their owners. Jen's eyes watered and her features softened. "I just... I didn't expect it to bother me..." she whispered, dangerously close to seeming vulnerable. He'd never let her get that carried away. "Then after we go home and you let me hold you for a while and make sure you get to sleep ok, you can wake up and slug me a good one right across the jaw. Maybe even two. How's that sound?" "Just drive me home, you crazy ape." Her face finally had softened just enough for him to see her love still there. For tonight, at least, there was still hope. Fear and Lusting Ch. 04 (Note to the reader: This is the fourth and final chapter of the first part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome. Please look for the next part, titled "The Yard Sale." Coming soon!) For a few weeks, Dan and Jen were sweet to each other. He brought her coffee and donuts and helped her wake up in the morning and she made (well, mostly just bought) dinner and proofread his stories and stayed as quiet as possible when he went to sleep. They made love a couple of times instead of fucking each other and it seemed almost great. Time does funny things to a relationship, though. It seems to work on it and twist it no matter how hard you try to keep it straight. It warps it like rain on a hardwood deck. They were both old enough and smart enough to know there was no such thing as all-season weatherproofing for love. That thing just had to bear it all and either crack and crumble or twist and turn and creep and somehow survive. They had been with each other for two years now and could think of nothing else but pleasing each other and sustaining their love. But, they were bored. Individually, Dan and Jen both found the creeping weed of true love just took too long in between each blossom. The winter was closing in and they were getting anxious. It was just after Halloween and they had started to adventurously role-play with each other again, trying to breathe life onto quietly suffocating flames. They were master and slave, daddy and daughter, rapist and victim. They even had sex in the bathroom at a Halloween party of a friend... loudly. It was fun for a while, but they both knew they were trying to fill some space neither of them could mention. The hole between them that they danced around was widening and now it seemed they were only holding onto each other by their outstretched fingertips. "Kristen called me the other day," Jen said as they sat on the futon and watched TV. Dan felt a little frost creep over his chest. "Oh, yeah? How's she doing?" "Good. She has a boyfriend," Jen said as she ripped out a hangnail on her thumb with her teeth. Inspecting it, she said, "Doesn't fuck her as much as she'd like. She says he hardly ever is in the mood." "That sucks," Dan said. His mind did somersaults trying to comprehend a man who wouldn't constantly be turned on by Kristen. "She wants us to fuck in front of them," Jen said bluntly. Dan processed this as quickly as possible. "What like, in her bedroom or something?" "No, his parents are away for the week and he's house sitting. She wants to have us over for drinks and introduce us to him as brother and sister," she said with a bemused smile as she trimmed her nails with a clipper. "And after a couple of polite drinks we sneak off to the parents' bedroom and fuck each other while they watch from outside the door?" Wasn't hard for Dan to fill in the blanks there. He'd seen more than one porn clip that featured that kind of thing. "Sounds like it could be hot." "I thought so," Jen said. Dan snuck a sideways glance at her and she seemed genuine. It was certainly just another role-playing adventure, but it was at least one they hadn't tried yet. Passing the two of them off as brother and sister was certainly not a problem, too. They were both good looking with brown hair and brown eyes and pronounced cheekbones. Early on in their relationship, they had more than one waiter or cashier or passer-by mistake them as siblings. They hadn't really included it in their role-playing, because saying "brother" or "sister" or even "sis" in the throws of passion just doesn't come out as hot as you'd think. Still, to an audience it might. Jen wore a long satin skirt with a paisley print and a tight black lace blouse. She looked both casual and sexy, a look she had practically perfected. Dan had on a nice Brandini black button down shirt and brown Dockers. His shirt was un-tucked, in keeping with the well-dressed but casual theme. They waited for the front door to open and gave each other a mischievous smile. Soon, Kristen appeared and welcomed them in. Tom, her boyfriend was there, too. He was tall, maybe an inch or two taller than Dan, and thin and good-looking in a scruffy, straggly hair kind of way. They enjoyed some drinks and talked and laughed for a while. Dan couldn't sense any awkwardness from Kristen, besides just trying to keep Tom involved in the conversation. The two women mostly dominated it, but Dan and Tom contributed with the requisite humorous and lewd observation. Dan could tell Tom was smarter than he let on, but was intensely shy. After she finished her second Madras, Jen squeezed his knee and excused herself for the bathroom. That was her signal and Dan waited a few minutes and pressed the couple for the story of how they met. He didn't listen to a word. Soon, he excused himself and said he needed to use the facilities as well. Kristen had told Jen when they set this up that Tom's parents' bedroom was on the second floor and had its own bathroom. If they used that and then moved into the bedroom with the lights on while the lights were off in the hallway outside and the door open halfway, they could keep the illusion that they were being observed unnoticed while they had sex. In the bathroom, Dan and Jen went over the little story they had cooked up and tried to keep from giggling. After about ten minutes, the time Jen and Kristen had agreed upon, Jen exited and walked to the dresser with the big mirror over it. The girl and her boyfriend should soon be peaking at them, if they weren't already. The half-open door gave a clear view of the bottom half of the bed and the dresser. Jen pretended to lean over it and inspect her make-up in the mirror. Dan soon followed and moved to stand close behind her. His right hand closed over her hip and his left played with her hair. "You look so sexy tonight," he said playfully. Jen elbowed him away. "Come on! Quit teasing, Dan!" "I'm serious!" he said as he grabbed both of Jen's hips and pulled her ass to his waist. "I think we should fuck." She gave a hard shove backwards. "You wish." Dan regained his hold on her hips and rubbed his pelvis against her ass cheeks through the fabrics of their clothes. "That's not what you said this morning." Jen placed both hands on the dresser and looked at his face in the mirror. "That was different. I didn't expect to find you like that." Dan reached his left hand up and gently pulled her hair and leaned down near to her ear. "Like what?" he asked. He didn't want to whisper for the audience outside, so he kept his lips a little ways away from her so he wasn't shouting in her eardrum. "You know what," Jen said with a groan as her eyelids drooped and her body relaxed under his grip. "Tell me," he said. "I didn't expect to see you... masturbating." "Did it excite you?" Jen hesitated. Dan took his right hand off her hip and slid it under her skirt all the way up to her crotch, lifting the seam to show her tensed thighs. He began to rub her pussy lips over her panties. Jen let out a sigh and sagged against him. "Yes," she breathed out loudly. "What did you do when you saw me? Tell me. Say it." Dan's fingers pushed past the panties and caressed her moistening lips. "I sat on your bed and watched you." "And what was I doing while you watched me?" "You watched me and stroked your hard cock while you looked at my face." Jen started to pump her hips against his hand. "And then what did you do?" "ANNNHHH... I put my fingers in my panties and rubbed my clit while you watched me!" Dan reached his left hand around and grabbed her neck and pulled her up to a standing position. Jen gasped and moaned, but her eyelids fluttered and she tried to regain control. "Please, no. This is wrong. We masturbated together, but this is just wrong! You're my brother!" "Shhh. It's fine. No one will know. Besides, I know what you like. I saw what you did to yourself." With that, Dan withdrew his hand, spit on his right thumb and inserted it around her tight panties and into Jen's asshole as his fingers dove into her wet pussy again. His left hand was gripping her throat and his right was working her seeping sex and ass and Jen leaned her head back and choked out a loud bark of a moan. "Oh, god," Dan continued. "I've got the sexiest sister in the world. I can't believe how much I want to fuck you." "No!" Jen managed to gasp. "We can't do that! Please! We should get back downstairs before they notice we're gone!" Dan pressed his head against the back of hers. "All right. You're right." His fingers continued to work in her. "Then just please... sis... please... suck me off. Please. Your face is so pretty. I just want to know... Y'know..." Jen waited a couple of breaths as Dan pleaded and begged. She finally nodded and he let her turn around. She began to sink down onto her knees, but Dan held her fast. "Wait," he said. "Please. Please let me see them? Please?" Jen nodded again and undid her blouse and put it on the dresser. Then she undid her bra and threw it on the floor as Dan grabbed her tits, forced her around a little to give a better view to the door, and leaned down and sucked her nipples as he pulled up her skirt and shoved one hand down the front and the other down the back and massaged her ass and pussy with both hands. Jen tossed her hair and arched her back, trying to give a good show. "God, you're so fucking hot," he said as he kissed up her chest to her neck. "Please suck my cock, sis. Please." Jen sank down on her knees and undid his fly. His cock thrust out and she held it in one hand and looked up at him over the tip. "No one can ever know we did this, all right? This is just a crazy, stupid day, ok? No more after this." Dan nodded and grabbed Jen's head and softly guided it onto his cock. Her lips licked cautiously at it at first and then she took the head in her mouth and swirled it with her tongue. "Oh, yeah," he sighed. "Suck my cock. I know you wanted to before. Do it now. Show me how you want it." Jen's head moved forward and her hand dropped from his shaft. She held herself lightly against his thighs as she pushed her face as far forward as it would go, swallowing as much of him as she could take. She gasped and choked and took it again. Her throat complained and she coughed up phlegm and pre-cum and scratched at his hands as they tried to hold her head close. "Stop! Stop it," she coughed out. "That's too deep!" Dan reached down and grabbed under her arms and pulled her up. He roughly turned her around and threw her face down on the bed. Before she could react, he grabbed the elastic waist of her skirt and panties and pulled them to her ankles "Wait! What are you doing?" she shouted in a hissed whisper. Dan pressed his cock head into her wet pussy. "You're my brother! You can't fuck me!" she wailed. Dan thrust fully into her. "Dan! Please! This is crazy." Dan shoved her head into the mattress and pumped in and out of her pussy fast and hard. "Take it, little sister. You do as big brother tells you! Take this cock and be a good little girl!" Jen pretended to sob for a few seconds, then changed her tone into moans and sighs. Finally, after a few minutes, she let on that she was enjoying it. "Oh god, Dan. Oh my god. Please fuck my little cunt! I want my big brother to fuck me so hard!" Dan's cock began to erupt and he decided not to hold it back. He wasn't really getting off on the show, and he could tell Jen was in pure acting mode, so he decided to give the money shot and call it a night. Jen lay bent over the foot of the bed with his cum spilling all over her back and he walked over and turned off the lights and shut the door, pretending to not notice the two forms in the hallway skittering away and whispering to each other. He took off his pants and used his underwear to clean her back as she climbed up and lay on the bed. "You deserve an Oscar," he said. "You weren't so bad yourself," she mumbled into the blanket. "Liar," he said as he pulled her close and spooned her soft body into his. After a bit, they each managed to sleep, but not very well. Sometime just before dawn, Jen left the bedroom and crept down the hall to the bathroom. Unlike the master bathroom, she knew it had a full bath and she thought if she soaked for a little while and then got back into bed, she might get some sleep. She opened the door and could tell someone was taking a shower. Disappointed, she turned to go, but felt the overwhelming urge to pee. She couldn't remember where the light switches were in the bedroom or master bath and didn't want to wake Dan, so she crept in and got on the toilet, hoping to get out before whoever was in the shower was done. As she finished and began wiping herself, the shower turned off and the curtain was thrown aside. Jen looked up at Tom standing there, dripping and staring with shock at her naked body. Jen tried to cover herself and mumble an apology as she smiled at him. Tom stepped out of the tub and stood in front of her, breathing deeply and looking down at her face. "I'm... done... so you can use-" Jen began to say. Tom's hands grabbed beneath her armpits and he heaved her up and around and threw her against the opposite wall with a force she had not expected from his wiry frame. She gasped and tried to catch her breath, but his hands found her wrists and pulled them above her head. His mouth sought and found hers and kissed her forcefully. Jen tried to squeal and fight, but he held her too tight. He stopped kissing her pressed lips and whispered in her ear. "I saw you, y'know... With your brother... I saw what you did... It was so fucking dirty... You can't believe how fucking hard you made me..." Tom's cock was pressing down from her pelvis toward her pussy in a long, hot straight line. "Please, no...we only-" "Shut up!" he said as he pressed his whole body against her. He gave a shuddering sigh as he rubbed himself on her skin. "You made me so fucking horny. You're so fucking hot and slutty. I just need you to give me what you gave your brother." "No, you don't understand-" Jen tried to say. Tom kicked her knees out and she sat down hard on the linoleum as he let her hands slip down the wall while he held them. "Now be a good slut and take this cock like you know you should. Take it like you took your brother's." Tom forced his cock into Jen's mouth as he held her knees with his shins and her wrists with his hands. "Do it!" he commanded when she showed reluctance. Jen opened her mouth, daring to daydream that this was also some kind of fantasy of hers - being raped and stealing a friend's boyfriend at the same time. It was probably in there somewhere. Anyway, she knew she could yell out anytime she wanted to and Dan and Kristen would come and end it, she was sure. Her filthy fantasy of being used by a stranger rushed out and grabbed hold of her body. She found herself moaning softly and licking his balls and flicking her tongue along his shaft. Her wrists were squeezed tight in his hands and she submitted to the hot helplessness she felt. Taking his head back into her mouth, she began to give him a vigorous and deep blowjob. As she sucked on his cock, Tom began to breathe much too heavily much too soon and Jen could feel his head also quickly thickening in her mouth. She glanced up at him and his face was screwed up and mouth agape. She wished he would release her hands so he could cum on her face instead of in her mouth, but he would not relent. His semen gushed down the back of her throat in a torrent and she tried to swallow it, but it was like he had been building it up for a lifetime! She choked and gagged and spit it up and her chin and cheeks were covered with it. Tom was yelling and thrashing and cursing and Jen became scared he would wake everyone up. He wouldn't stop though, and even as he calmed down a bit and released her wrists to let Jen withdraw his dick from her mouth to rub out the last spurts, they were still the size of full cum loads, splashing onto her face and breasts as she pulled and moaned seductively for him. Finally, he leaned against the wall and shuddered and mumbled unintelligible things. Jen smiled up at him, feeling like she had somehow helped him lose his virginity a second time, but then noticed the door was open wide. She looked up and saw Dan standing there, a completely unreadable look on his face. "Get up," he said. Jen felt cold all of a sudden and covered herself with her hands and stood up. "Get cleaned up. We're leaving." Jen fled to the master bathroom, past a confused and half-asleep Kristen. Dan stared Tom in the eyes. Tom tried to stand up straight. He managed a weak slouch. He tried to raise his arms a couple of times in explanation, but no words came out. Dan saw the useless and fearful lust of youth on his face. It was a look he had worn many times in his past. Upon reflection, he had often thought the jealous boyfriend or husband should have just hit him. Dan wasn't above correcting the mistakes of his predecessors. Tom collapsed in a heap as Dan's right fist landed squarely between Tom's cheekbone and jaw, hopefully loosening some teeth. Kristen screeched and rushed in to help him. Dan turned around and walked back to the bedroom. He saw Jen as she was finishing wiping her face on a towel and gathering her things. As he got dressed, he never took his eyes off of her. In the car, the hum of the road filled the numbing gap of silence that pushed out between them. The sky was getting blue with the dull promise of morning. Jen's fingertips rested tensely on her knees. Dan's fingers pressed desperately on the steering wheel. They were headed home, but now it just seemed to them like a place no different than the one they were leaving.