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By: innocentwife



Finally, Friday night was almost here, only 10 more minutes until work ended. I am always happy to see Friday. Finishing up the last touches on a recent project put me in perfect spirits to enter into the weekend with. I was going to be meeting my husband in two hours for a nicely planned rendezvous. 

Arriving at home to get ready I found a note on the counter with a phone number to call. When I called the number my husband answered and informed me that our plans had fallen through temporarily since he had to work late and to go ahead and meet him at the restaurant at 9 pm instead of 8. So, not too bummed about a complete loss of plans I hung up and started to get ready. I had a quick snack to tie me over and then headed to the shower. The water was very hot and all I could think about was the feel of his touch upon me and couldn’t wait till I could have my husband all to myself. I had been thinking about it all day. 

I carefully chose the outfit. I slowly rolled my stockings over my calf and up to my thigh. I had just bought a new garter belt that was black lace. It went well with the black stockings and thong. Of course a black lace bra to match topped it off. Next came the tighter than usual skirt. I had lost a few more pounds and this was my attempt to seduce my husband in a heartbeat. The skirt was White leather looking and zipped all the way up the back. It was a bit tighter than I liked but I had to admit, it looked hot! A black sheer shirt drove it over the edge. And of course what seductive outfit wouldn’t be complete without the white heels!? I was very happy with the overall look and couldn’t wait for him to see me. I still had an hour left to kill so decided to hit the mall for some quick gift shopping.

I wasn’t having much luck finding anything for anyone in particular so I hit Spencer’s Gifts. I love that store and there is ALWAYS something for some occasion you don’t really need.

I came to the adult section and found a larger than normal selection. What a great night to try out some of these things, my husband would never suspect it. I pulled a few items off the shelf and paid for them quickly. Looking at my watch it was time to head off to dinner, no time to wrap them.

At the restaurant my husband was on time and had actually been waiting a bit. We kissed as he asked me why I brought the bag? I explained I had done a little shopping and he would find out later what was in there. We talked about our day and what we were going to do for the weekend. We decided to go over to a friend’s house right after dinner since he invited us and of course my husband really didn’t know what I had planned. I figured we had all night, no big deal.

The table clothes were very elegant and floor-length. To give my husband a hint of what was to come I carefully moved my hand under the cloth and to his groin area. The look of surprise was funny and then came the disbelief look as I unzipped his pants quietly. We were in the corner so it was kind of secluded. No body could really see both of us at the same time so as I looked to see nobody was watching; I slipped under the table and wrapped my mouth around his penis. He started to gasp but quickly composed himself as we were in public! I heard the waitress come over and ask how the food was? Wonderful was his reply and then asked if we could have the rest wrapped up to go? No hurry he said, the Mrs. is in the bathroom anyways. I had to giggle quietly. It was a rare occasion where I would not allow my husband to cum but I only wanted to make sure he was more than ready to go when the time came so I did not bring him to orgasm. After about 10 minutes of slowly stroking his shaft with my tongue and mouthing him to death, I asked if anyone was around. Once I was confident, I quickly reproached my seat. He was in such shock he didn’t know what to say. This was nothing I had ever done before. His idea was to skip going to his friends house, but he had already said yes, the least we could do was to make an appearance.

I rubbed his crotch all the way to Brian’s house and he was a bit embarrassed by the effect it had. I was having fun J Brian was expecting us and if he noticed my husband’s erection, he certainly didn’t show it. We sat down and Brian offered us two sodas and we started talking. After a little bit I started to feel a bit dizzy. Well, dizzy wasn’t the actual word to use but the best way I can describe it. The feeling didn’t get any better over time so I asked my husband if we would be leaving soon. He needed to run to the bathroom and then we would go. Brian kept walking down the hall towards the bathroom and I couldn’t figure out why. I stood up and turned around to find out where my husband was when Brian attempted to kiss me. I automatically pushed him off and he grabbed me harder forcing the kiss. I thought he was absolutely crazy with my husband here and told him my husband was coming out!! His reply was no he wouldn’t be, he’s a bit occupied right now. He told me how he gave us both a date rape drug but my husband’s dose basically put him to sleep. He gave me a much smaller dose, as he wanted me to remember. I was in complete disbelief! This wasn’t happening. 

Brian pushed me back down on the couch and told me that I would do whatever asked of me. Brian was 6’3” and a lot bigger than me. The drug I had been given didn’t really prohibit me from anything physically, I just felt like everything was in slow motion. He asked what was in my bag and opened it up. This was not the time for my Spencer shopping spree apparently. Brian pulled out a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, some straps, and some candles. Well what do we have here? Asked Brian in complete bliss. I didn’t even have to bring anything, you did it all for me he giggled. I was pretty sure at this point he was dead serious and I was in trouble! He asked me to take off my blouse and skirt. I refused of course and Brian was not going to have anything to do with the word NO! So he turned me around and unzipped the skirt pulling it down slowly to reveal my garter and stockings.

 I see you dressed for the occasion he ribbed. He turned me around to face him and tore my blouse right off! I flinched as I was surprised by his sudden change in demeanor. He looked like a boy in a candy bag. I was scared to see the lust in his eyes and certainly worried about my husband’s state in the bathroom. Brian came very close and grabbed me closer to him. “I have wanted this for a very long time” he said. “And now I am going to take what I want!” I mumbled some obscenities to him and that didn’t help my cause any. He threw me down on the couch and pulled my legs apart to accommodate his longing body. He kissed my neck and I tried to push him off. He promptly got up without saying a word and grabbed the straps and cuffs from the table. He cuffed my hands together and pulled them over my head and tied me onto floor using the coffee table. He took the other straps and tied my legs open to two other chairs in the room. He placed the blindfold on me and then went silent. I heard him leave the room and then nothing. I desperately tried to hear anything, something. Suddenly, I felt a cold object next to my skin on my chest. It was a pair of steel scissors. He cut off my bra in the front and exposed my breasts openly. He took one in his mouth and then other in his hand. I was still in disbelief of what was happening and this drug was making my whole body tingle. Every touch or sensation seemed heightened and I was having a hard time focusing.

He fondled my breasts roughly as he sucked from one to another. I tried to free myself from the restraints, but he laughed telling me to give up, it will never work; I was his for the night. The more I fought, the rougher he became and I decided to just wait it out rather than having my breasts bit up. He started to move downwards kissing and licking my stomach and around my garter. He took the steel scissors and snipped slowly and what seemed loudly until they snapped apart. Almost like a ritual he repeated his action with my thongs but cut all the way from the top of them to the very very back so I would feel the steel next to my pussy. The coldness was unbelievably erotic and I tried to remember the situation I was in but mind and body where all mixed up at this point in time. I was having a hard time focusing on both; it was either one or the other. 

He slipped one stocking down to my ankle and then the other. I was fully exposed now and this process seemed to take forever and a day. I just wanted this over with! He kissed up one thigh, over my private area and then down the other thigh. He asked if I liked that and I replied NO! He became almost angry and grabbed both of my thighs yelling how he was going to make me cum and I would see! He buried his mouth over my clit and wrapped his tongue around it over and over sucking hard and pulling me closer with every rotation. There was not so much as a centimeter between us and he continued to suck on my clit. I tried hard to just lay there but my body was starting to respond to this physical attack the only way it knew how and my hips began to move. With each small movement he matched it with more anxious retaliation of his tongue and sucked harder now. His hands started to roam over my upper body and he grabbed my breasts again fondling as he penetrated my pussy with his tongue. I still couldn’t move because of the restraints and he had full access to my body with no restrictions. He was fine-tuning my body like a instrument and my mind and logic was not listening any longer. I tried to keep in my mind the assault that was taking place but his tongue was sooooo hot and his hands so domineering. My nipples were rock hard and loved the abuse. My hips started to sway up and down and then the orgasm couldn’t hold out any longer. As a gasp left my lips and my body sent waves of pulses through my body Brian continued to bleed my solicited energy dry! 

He surfaced with a devilish smile and asked me if I was satisfied now? I told him he was a sleaze and he could NEVER satisfy me! With that comment he pulled down his pants and said that was just the beginning. As I could see him approaching I realized his cock must have been 10-12 inches long and about 3 inches thick! I thought for sure the drug was playing tricks on my eyes when he grabbed my ass and raised it off the floor to meet his cock. I closed my eyes to help drown out what was happening to me. As he pressed himself into my tight pussy I knew the drugs where not playing tricks! It hurt! I cried out in pain and he seemed to get off on it thrusting deeper and at a quicker pace. I couldn’t help but gasp over and over as the pain started to subside. I was stretched to the limit. He began stroking in and out of me as he pulled my ankles onto his shoulders. This put me in a vulnerable position but he had full access to my full depth. He moaned as he pulled out slowly and then slammed back into me. He repeated this several times and then started to quicken the pace. By now my pussy was soak and wet and he was sliding in and out like second nature. The drug now had taken full effect and although I couldn’t really move or talk, I still was aware of everything going on. He continued moaning as he pumped my pussy so hard I felt my body wave through another orgasm. He pulled out and shot all over my belly and up onto my chest. As he was shooting all over me my husband rounded the corner.

He couldn’t believe his eyes! Brian welcomed him back as it had been over 5 hours! 5 Hours I thought!? I must not have remembered this whole event. My husband didn’t know what to say and I desperately tried to talk. 

Brian had explained what he did and that I couldn’t really move. I was basically a sex slave and he had been having his way for almost 3 hours now. A tear trickled down my face, as I was captive in my own body. 

To my surprise my husband seemed to get turned on by this whole fact. I listened in disbelief as my husband replied that he couldn’t believe the drug took that long to wear off and how much he had already missed. He kissed me gently on the forehead and apologized for not telling me but he and Brian had planned this to see if they could pull it off. 

My husband then took his clothes off and placed his cock into my mouth. I could barely move my tongue just enough to help while he pumped and fucked my mouth. He continued slowly pumping in and out of my mouth as he untied my cuffs and Brian untied my legs. God that finally felt good! Brian suggested we moved to the couch. My husband sat down on the couch and Brian positioned me sitting over my husband. He took his cock and slid it into my pussy. He stopped pumping just long enough to allow Brian to enter me from behind. Once Brian was in, both him and my husband continued pumping together until both came! I must have had 3 “involuntary” orgasms and confused as to whether or not to thank my Husband or Divorce him!

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It was only when I tried to stand up and felt a sudden violent jerk on my tender labia that I realised I was caught somehow. The weighty padlock that hung from the silver rings that pierced my lips, sealing my cunt, had dropped between the slats of the park bench and when I'd moved to rise, it had turned slightly and jammed there. I wriggled, trying to free myself, but to no avail. It seemed that I was well and truly trapped. Cautiously I spread my legs, trying to see what had happened. I leaned forward, reaching underneath myself with my fingers and trying to push the padlock up from underneath. It wouldn't come. I began to worry. Desperately I pushed at the lock, determined to get free at all costs. I couldn't bear the humiliation of having to ask for help. The thought that some stranger might have to come and cut me out lent the necessary force to my fingers and suddenly the padlock swung free between the slats. I could feel the renewed pull on my labia and moaned faintly. Carefully I pushed the lock up, making sure to keep it parallel with the slats so that it wouldn't jam again. Then, when I thought I'd got it clear, very slowly I raised myself to my feet.

As I straightened up I was suddenly aware of a man's figure in front of me, silhouetted against the light. My heart thumped painfully in my chest - God, how long had he been watching me? I'd been so intent on freeing myself I hadn't heard him approach. For a moment I thought my mind was playing tricks on me and that I'd somehow conjured you up, the man who I most wanted to see... This man was tall like you, and stocky, but of course it wasn't you... He took a step towards me and if I could, I'd have taken a step back, but my legs were already pressed against the bench and I stood there, frozen to the spot. I saw the contours of his face change slightly. It seemed to me that he was smiling but as he was against the light I couldn't be sure. Slowly, deliberately, he walked towards me and for some reason I just waited, mesmerised, watching him approach. 

Suddenly he was right there in front of me and he gripped my right upper arm in his left with a hold like a vice. I quailed as his right hand unceremoniously shot up under my short skirt and grasped the padlock, giving it a vicious tug.

'Well, well, well, what have we here?' he said softly, gazing down at me. I felt my face flaming with shame and fright. The pain in my labia brought tears to my eyes. 'A slut with a lock on her cunt. We all know what THAT means....' His fingers let go of the padlock and slid along my labia then up into my cunt, which of course was still dripping from performing my task. Indeed, I'd been looking forward to getting home and finally having the wank you'd withheld from me until its completion. You'd kept me on heat for the greater part of the day. I moaned as his fingers - the wrong man's fingers - invaded me and tried to wriggle free.

'You're wet and gagging for it' he said with satisfaction as he withdrew his fingers and propelled me along the path to the exit. 'And I know just what to do with a slut like you...'

I found my voice. 'Take your hands OFF me!' I said as I tried, fruitlessly, to prise his fingers from my arm. He merely laughed. 'If you create a disturbance, you're the one who'll come off worse' he said. 'Just think what a field day the press would have with the story - a slut who wears a padlock on her cunt, in a place like this, a slut who opened her legs and showed herself off to me...'

'I didn't even know you were there!' I exclaimed. 'I was just trying to get free of the bench...'

He laughed. 'And what a sight you were, to be sure. I'll never forget it'. 

By now we'd got as far as the exit and I looked wildly around me. Here there were other people but none of them seemed to see anything untoward in the way I was being half-dragged along by the stranger. He bent his head and whispered in my ear. 'If you make so much as a sound, I'll hoik your skirt up to your waist and show the lot of them just what sort of a cunt you are'.

I slumped in his grasp. I just couldn't face it, I couldn't. Whatever lay ahead would surely be better than that...

We left the gardens and he marched me up the road to the woods, as I'd known he would. Beyond the gardens were a pub, a farm, a boarding kennels and one private house. The road petered out into a track which led into the pretty birch woods that formed a local beauty spot - I'd walked there often enough. Although people did take their dogs there and at the weekends the place could be quite popular, I knew that at this time of day midweek there wouldn't be many people about. Whatever he intended to do with me - and it was pretty obvious what he intended to do with me - he was unlikely to be disturbed... 

He paused as we entered the woods and made me remove my jacket. It was a cool day and I shivered slightly, but with apprehension as much as with cold. Obedient to your orders, I was wearing a shirt but no bra, stockings and a very short skirt. I'd been aware of my stockings showing the tops of my thighs below the hem of the skirt and now it would be obvious to him that I wasn't wearing a bra either. He looked at me and his lip curled. 

'What a sight you are, slut.' Suddenly he grasped one of my nipples, which because of the cold - surely it was only the cold - was pressing itself through the velvet of my shirt, hard and swollen. He pinched it, causing me to gasp, then pinched it tighter... tighter... Although I twisted with pain, I could feel a renewed wetness in my cunt as my treacherous body responded to the stimulation. Once more his other hand felt beneath my skirt and having shoved a couple of his fingers up me, he withdrew them and waved them under my nose. 'You can't wait for it, can you, slut?' 

I blushed, my eyes downcast. What, after all, could I say? Deny it as much as I would, my body told a different story... He laughed at my silence and then continued to propel me along. We came to the edge of the forestry plantation, where the loose natural woodland of the crags gave way to the dense, dead, dark of regularly-planted firs. There was a gap in the wooden post and rail fence and roughly he pushed my head down and made me climb through. We moved from the bright cool of the airy birchwoods to a dark, dank chill under the firs. No-one would see or hear us here - this was private property. Once we'd gone a few paces he stopped.

'Take your skirt and shirt off'' he said. I pleaded with him with my eyes. 'Do as I say, slut, or else...' he said menacingly, his hands balling into fists. Fumblingly, I complied. He held out his hand for my clothes and mutely, cowed into submission, I handed them to him. I stood before him in my garter belt and black stockings, the padlock hanging from my obscenely-distended labia. 

'Christ, look at you...' he said. Slowly he walked all around me. 'Keep walking' he said. 'We'll go a bit deeper in... anyway, I want to see you walk naked for me, slut'.

He had my clothes and I could see no option but to comply. I did as I was told and walked deeper into the woods. I was conscious of my nipples, painfully stiff and my breasts, bouncing as I walked along the uneven ground. Most of all I was conscious of the padlock swinging between my thighs, dragging on my flesh, and the burning furnace that was my cunt. I could feel the juices seeping out of me despite myself and wondered what you'd make of my account of my day when I finally managed to report back to you...

At last he told me to stop. He threw my clothes down in a heap on the ground, a densely-packed mat of pine needles, and from his pocket he withdrew a tie. He jerked my arms roughly behind me and bound my wrists. 'You don't have to do that!' I said. 'I'm hardly going to run away now, am I?'

He gave me a cold stare. 'I do it because I want to, slut. Now get on your knees.'

I dropped to my knees, suddenly frightened all over again. 

'All fours' he said and I complied. I thought the best thing was simply to do as I was told and that way I'd get out of here undamaged...

He walked round me again. He stopped behind me and I was all too aware of his eyes boring into me. The picture I must make, with the padlock hanging from my lips, made me flush anew. As I felt his eyes gaze unremittingly at my cunt, once more there was the giveaway loosening as my body responded to the thought of my subjection. He knelt behind me. 

'God, you want it bad...' he said.

'I don't!' I said defensively. In answer, I felt his fingers scooping my creamy juices from my thighs. Then he shoved them roughly in my mouth. I could not help but taste the sweetness of my arousal on his thick fingers as he shoved them in and out, fucking my mouth with them. I heard him undo his trousers and held my breath. I did want to fuck, but not him! Not him! But as, inevitably, his cock thrust into my cunt, my cunt enveloped it all too willingly. I sobbed as my body lay down for him as if for a lover. Why didn't I fight him, why couldn't I hate him... Instead, despite what I knew I should think and feel, my whorish cunt lapped up his cock with greed and my body thrust shamelessly back against his, seeking to draw him in further, further... Christ it felt good... I hadn't had a really good hard fuck in so long... 

The padlock swung wildly as I jerked against him, the effect of the lock closing my cunt just enough to make it even tighter than it was anyway. I could feel the tug on the rings in my lips and the burning warmth that spread from them as the pressure on my piercings grew. He plunged into me wildly, grunting like an animal, then just as I could feel myself beginning to cum, he pulled out. I couldn't help my cry of disappointment... Then he repositioned himself and without warning his cock invaded my arse with one hard, painful, push. I screamed and he laughed, fucking me harder and harder, grasping my tits and pinching the nipples cruelly. Tears slid from my eyes at his roughness even as my cunt ached to be filled by him once more. But he wouldn't give me that satisfaction and with one final thrust and groan, he emptied his balls inside my arse. He pulled out of me sharply, eliciting another moan, and pulling me round, wiped his cock off over my face. Then he shoved his knee into the small of my back, pushing my face down into the dirt, and just when I thought my ordeal was over, he did something with his belt, tethering me by one ankle to a loop of root that emerged from the ground.

He sat back on his heels with satisfaction. I was prone on the forest floor, my legs splayed, my wrists bound behind me and tied by my ankle so I could not escape. 

'That'll do, I think' he said. 'I've had my fun with you but there's no reason why I shouldn't leave you here for someone else to have a go with'.

'But - we're miles from anywhere! Please - don't leave me - I can't escape - I won't ever tell - but I might not get found.... don't leave me!'

He shook his head as he got to his feet. 'Someone's bound to come along sooner or later' he said. 'Looking at you like that, I could almost fuck you again myself....' He rolled up my clothes into a bundle and tucked them under his arm. He started to walk away and I screamed after him,

'For God's sake, don't leave me! Please! Please don't leave me!'

He paused, thought for a moment, then walked back towards me. The relief was exquisite - I sobbed my thanks - but alas, short-lived. He bent down beside me and gave my padlock one last sharp tug. 

'Tell you what, bitch, I'm back in the area in a couple of days' time. I'll come by then and if you're still here, I might just let you go then - if you make it worth my while, of course...'

I closed my eyes in total surrender and despair. Numbly, I heard him get to his feet and the sound of his footfalls receding, muffled by the thick layer of pine needles.

'So long, slut...' I heard him call from a distance. I was alone in the woods. A soft, cool rain began to fall...



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Bruce and Linda were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. They had gone out for a romantic dinner, then returned home for the customary sex. Although sex was rather routine for them, they both did enjoy good orgasms. They were now lying in each other's arms in the erotic afterglow to again say they loved each other. 

The doorbell startled them. Who could be ringing it at this hour. Maybe it was one of their adult children wanting to see them about something.

Bruce got up to answer the door. He looked through the peep hole but could not see anyone. Then the door bell rang again. 

Bruce heard a voice outside, "Open up, this is an emergency."

Bruce was confused, but decided to open the door which turned out to be a mistake. Bruce saw two big guys with a gun.

"Get back in the house, we're coming in."

Bruce backed up while the two guys came in and shut the door. Both were rather big. One was white and the other black. 

Bruce said, "What do you want."

The white guy said, "Just take it easy and no one will get hurt. Where do you hide your money?"

Bruce decided to cooperate with them especially since the gun was pointed at his stomach. Maybe they would leave if he gave them some money. They wouldn't get much because he didn't keep much cash in the house.

Bruce said, "My billfold is in the bedroom. I'll get it for you."

"You're not getting out of our sight, we're coming with you."

They followed Bruce into the bedroom where Linda was in bed with the blanket pulled up to her neck. Bruce got his billfold, took out the cash and handed it to them. He then picked up Linda's purse to give them her cash. They counted it.

"There is only fifty dollars here. Where is the rest of your money?"

"We don't keep much cash in the house, we use our credit cards."

The two guys looked rather mad and started talking to each other.

"We've wasted our time. We should do something to make up for it."

"Yeah, look at this bitch lying there in bed. I wonder if she has any clothes on. Let's see."

Bruce yelled, "You leave my wife alone!"

The black man waved his gun at Bruce and said, "Shut up."

"Let's tie him up so he won't cause any trouble."

The black man grabbed Bruce to force him into a chair. The other man pulled a thin cord from his pocket and tied Bruce to the chair.

Linda was screaming, "Go away and leave us alone."

"We'll leave you alone after we have some fun with you, bitch. Shut up."

The black man reached for the blanket to pull it off of Linda leaving her dressed in only her thin nighty.

The black man said, "Whitie, look at this pretty white bitch."

"OK Blackie, I'm with you. There's no money here, but we'll not leave until we have soft dicks."

Linda was now crying a little and whimpering. She knew these guys meant to rape her. She could only hope they would not physically hurt her in any way. 

Bruce spoke up, "Please don't touch her. Let me write a check or do most anything to give you some money."

Blackie spoke, "You can cancel a check, that's no good. We're going to give your old lady a good fucking."

Bruce knew it was a losing battle to argue with them. He just didn't want them to hurt her.

Bruce said, "Alright, you've got us. What if she agreed to cooperate instead of fighting your advances? Would you be gentle and not hurt her?"

The two guys looked at each other, "OK, that's a deal."

Bruce then continued, "Would you use a condom? She is not on the pill because I've had a vasectomy. Don't make her pregnant."

The response was quick, "No way will we use a condom. We're going to fill that white pussy with cum."

Bruce knew he was defeated and felt lucky for them to agree not to physically hurt her.

Bruce said, "Honey, it's best that you cooperate with them. They agreed not to physically hurt you."

Linda was still weeping some, but said she would do her best. She knew they were going to rape her whether or not she fought them. She was concerned about pregnancy, but she had no choice.

Blackie said, "Alright bitch, stand up and take off you nighty."

Linda reluctantly got up to lift her nighty up over her head. The black man reach to feel one of her breasts as they were exposed.

Whitie responded, "These are nice, aren't they?" He then pinched her nipple very hard.

"Ouch!" she uttered. "You promised not to hurt me."

Both guys took off their jeans and shorts. Bruce noticed Whitie had a cock a little bigger than his own. Blackie's was much longer and bigger, the biggest one he had ever seen. It was hard and the blood vessels were visible. Bruce was now afraid Blackie would hurt his wife when he put that monster in her. 

Bruce said in a firm voice, "OK, guys, you've showed us what you have, now let's stop all this nonsense, put your clothes on and I'll pay you some money, somehow."

"Hold your talk, we're going to fuck your old lady before we leave. When we get through, she will know she has been well fucked." 

Blackie spoke, "Whitie, go ahead and have firsts. Get her stretched a little so I can get mine in."

Whitie didn't waste any time, "Bitch, get up there on your knees at the side of the bed and bend over."

Linda did as he ordered. Then Whitie walked up behind her with his cock in his hand. Bruce watched as Whitie aimed his cock at his wife's pussy, he moved the head up and down her slit for a little lubrication, then tried to ease the head in. Linda started weeping again. She wasn't wet and the intruding cock was having difficulty entering her. She knew she was dry and thought he would hurt her by forcing the entry. 

Linda said in desperation, "Get the KY jelly from the night stand drawer and lubricate me." 

Blackie fumbled with the drawer, found the tube and handed it to Whitie. Whitie squeezed out a liberal amount on the head of his cock and pushed to enter Linda. After a couple of back and forth strokes, his cock was all the way in. Linda started weeping again as she braced herself for him to pound her. She said a prayer to prevent pregnancy. 

"Blackie, this is good pussy. You will like it too."

Whitie soon began to groan as he speeded up his movements. Then he yelled as he shot spurt after spurt in her unprotected pussy. 

Blackie said, "Move out of the way and let me at her."

Whitie pulled out allowing some of his cum to ooze out and down her leg. Blackie moved in a position to fuck her.

"Alright, bitch, now you are going to get a real cock."

Bruce watched as he forced the head slightly inside her hole. He knew she was going to be stretched. He saw Blackie's hands clasp the sides of her butt to hold her as he prepared to push forward. He didn't want her to fall forward away from him.

Linda uttered, "Oooooohhhhh!" as Bruce watch Blackie's cock go about half way in. He pulled back ready to plunge again.

Linda yelled, "Take it easy."

Again Linda uttered in pain, "Ooooohhhhh!, You're killing me," much louder as the big cock went nearly all the way in. 

Evidently, Blackie started taking pity on her as he pulled back a little. Then he started small back and forth movements going a little deeper each time.

"There, bitch, how do you like a real cock?"

Linda didn't answer. She was enduring the pain the best she could. Not only was she stretched, but his cock was too long. 

Blackie started fucking her while she continued to painfully moan, "Ooooooohhhhhhh".

Bruce felt sorry for her, but he could do nothing but watch this big cock fuck her. 

Blackie started yelling as he plunged deeper causing her to scream in pain. Then she could feel his big cock jerk and knew each time it jerked he was shooting another gob of cum very deep in her.

Cum started running down her leg when Blackie simmered down and pulled out. She fell forward and collapsed on the bed. 

Blackie commented, "Now, she knows she has been fucked by a real cock."

Whitie looked at Blackie, "What do you want to do now?"

"Why don't we have a drink. There must be some beer or liquor in this house. Then we can have another go at this white bitch. I'll go look in the refrigerator while you stay here. Bitch, do you want a beer too?"

Linda was still lying on her stomach and didn't answer.

Blackie soon returned with two beers. The two guys sat on the bed while they swilled their beers.

Bruce noticed his wife had her legs slightly parted. He saw a big wet spot on the sheet and could see cum still oozing out of her. 

When Whitie finished his beer, he said, "We might as well continue. Bitch, get back up on your knees again."

Linda didn't move. She was about worn out. Whitie slapped on her the butt causing her to move. She knew there wasn't any way out of their predicament until they had fucked her all they wanted. She slowly and reluctantly got up on her knees again at the side of the bed. 

Whitie's cock easily went in her cum filled pussy. He started back and forth movements.

"Bitch, you are so stretched, I don't feel much of anything. You are going to give me a blow job and it had better be good. Turn around and sit on the side of the bed."

She turned around as ordered and sat on the edge of the bed. Bruce watched as Whitie walked up to her with his cock pointing at her face. As ordered, she took his cock in her mouth and cupped his balls. He started fucking her face. He had already cum once, so he fucked her mouth for quite a while until his knees began to buckle, he groaned and shot several spurts in her mouth. She started to look for the tissues to spit it out, but he told her to swallow. She nearly gagged as she did. She knew she couldn't get pregnant from swallowing his seed, but both guys had already planted their seed in her pussy. It was a losing situation. 

"Whitie, move out of the way. Bitch suck this up and make it rock hard." His cock was right in front of her face. She held it with her hand, then swirled her tongue around the head. He tried to get more of his cock in her mouth, but she couldn't take much more than just the head. She could feel his cock become very hard.

"I'm going to fuck you again. Last time, I had you pinned so that you couldn't wiggle your ass while I was fucking you, now I want a position for you to work your butt. I'm going to lie on my back and let you ride my cock."

Bruce watched as his wife held his big cock to aim it at her hole as she started to sit on it. She was well lubricated after having the third load of cum dumped in her. While she was holding his cock, she could feel cum draining out of her on to her hand and on to his cock and balls. The sheet was already a mess.

Bruce watched as the big cock slowly starting disappearing into her pussy. She was taking it much better this second time and she had control. She leaned forward some to allow her pelvis to touch his before his cock was fully in. This way she could keep from taking it fully in her. She started making circular movements hoping it would not take him very long to cum again. 

Whitie was watching the action and could see his friend's cock in her pussy. Then he noticed her ass as she was making slowing fucking him. He moved close to the bed so that he could move his finger up and down the crease of her ass. There was plenty of lubrication around her pussy and ass, so he put a finger in her. It surprised her to feel his finger, but she knew she could not object. She continued circular movements, then started up and down on his cock. Then she could feel what she thought was two fingers in her ass. She was hoping Blackie would cum soon, but he just laid still allowing her to fuck him. 

Linda said, "Don't you want to cum? I'm doing my best for you."

"Just keep it up, bitch, I'll finish when I'm good and ready to finish."

This seemed to go on for a long time. She could feel Whitie remove his finger, then stick one or two back in now and then.

She started faster movements on Blackie's cock. She finally felt that he was becoming more aroused and was about to shoot in her. She made even faster movements until she could feel his cock jerk with each spurt of his seed he planted deep in her belly.

Blackie said in a demanding voice, "Get up and clean me."

As Linda got up, the cum started pouring out of her. She moved in a position to take the head of his cock in her mouth to clean him. She could feel his body go though small sexual shudders as she sucked the head. 

Blackie got up and suggested to Whitie that they should go. 

"We didn't get much money, but we did get to fuck this white bitch. The evening was not a complete loss."

Blackie looked at Bruce and Linda. "You cooperated pretty good. Now when you hear us drive away, you can untie your husband. Thanks for the evening's activities."

When they heard the front door shut, Linda untied her husband.



Forced Entry



Rose sat at her dining room table, barely touching the breakfast in front of her. Her marriage was in trouble, and she had no idea why. It had been almost two months since her husband had touched her, and she thought he may be having an affair. It wasn't uncommon for men to seek the company of a younger woman, but at forty-six Rose still had the body of a twenty something. High breast, flat stomach, and an ass that still turned heads. Even this morning she tried to wake him by stroking him, and the only reaction was him rolling over. Even his goodbye when he left was chaste at best.

Deep in thought, food cold before her, Rose didn't here the intruder come into the dining room behind her. Suddenly Rose felt a strong hand cover her mouth and a deep voice in her ear. "Not a word if you want to live," the voice said. "Don't move a muscle, don't turn around, and do exactly as I say."

The hand covering her mouth fell away, and Rose was terrified. Everything went black, he had blindfolded her. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he stood her up. She felt both of his arms around her, and she could feel him undoing the silk tie to her robe.

Her robe open, Rose stood with her back to the man. His fingertips slowly caressed her stomach. A tingling sensation went through her body, and a small gasp escaped her. The hands moved up, each taking a still firm breast. Cupping each breast, the man slowly rolled each nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Her nipples erect, Rose felt the mans fingertips outline her areolas.

Not wanting to, but unable to stifle it, Rose let out a small moan. Not having been touched like this in months, Rose was terrified and beginning to get aroused at the same time. She tried to push her hips back to the man, to feel him against her ass. A hand released a breast, and with a firm smack on her ass, "Don't move I said!" he told her.

Both hands now released her, and she no longer felt the man near her. With a yelp, Rose jumped as she heard everything on the table crash to the floor. The man was back behind her, and moving her to the end of the table. With her back to the table, he stood in front of her. She could feel his hot breath on her face as he brushed his lips against hers. He opened her robe to expose her full front, and after a moment let it fall off of her shoulders. She stood before him, quivering with fear and excitement. 

With both hands on her hips, he sat her on the table. She sat there waiting for what seemed an eternity. He didn't touch her, he didn't make a sound. Unable to see, she had no idea what was going to happen. Her mind was racing with thoughts she couldn't understand. Fear, excitement, wanting and needing all went through her mind. 

He then moved in front of her, as if he just appeared from thin air. He spread her legs, and she could feel his strong thighs between hers. Again his lips brushed hers. His tongue parted her lips, and he began to probe her mouth. Rose responded, and tried to pull him closer to her. He grabbed her wrists firmly in his hands, moved them behind her back, and held them there with one strong hand. 

His other hand grabbed the back of her head, and he held it back while he started to kiss her neck and shoulders. His lips slowly moved to her breasts. He took her left nipple in his mouth, at first just gently sucking it, his tongue moving around it. Gently, he nipped it between his teeth , and felt it get more erect. He kissed the top of her breast and moved to the right nipple. Repeating the process, the left nipple he caressed with his free hand. 

He began to kiss under her breasts, and moved to her stomach. his hands pushed her shoulders to the table. lying there with her legs hanging over the table, Rose tried to wrap them around him, but he pulled away. He moved back to her, and ran his tongue from her navel to the middle of her breasts. Beginning to kiss his way down again, he took both breasts in his hands and massaged them as he kissed and licked her. As he got closer to her pubic region, she put both legs on his shoulders, and this time he let them stay. 

Rose could feel the heat building in her. She could feel her lips become enflamed with desire. He kissed around her mid section. He kissed and licked her inner thighs. Rose tightened her legs around his head, trying to force him to taste her. He pulled his head back. "Be patient," he told her. He started on her inner thighs again, and began to kiss around her lips. She thrust her hips into his face, and answered by spreading her lips with his tongue. He ran his tongue inside her, tasting her wetness, licking from bottom to top. His tongue ran across her clit, and she almost screamed. He rolled her clit around his tongue, sucked on it, and nibbled on it. Rose tightened her legs around his head, and pulled him in closer with her hands. this time he didn't stop her. 

His hands were still massaging her breasts, keeping her nipples every bit as hard and erect as her clit had become. Rose thrust her hips up to meet his tongue. She could feel the orgasm building in her. After two months of helping herself, it wasn't going to take her long at all. With every lick and suckle of her clit, the intensity built in her. She pulled his face down harder, squeezed her legs tighter around him. Beginning to scream, she thrust her hips upward faster and faster. She tried to make it last as long as possible, but it was too much. She exploded like never before. She held his head tightly to her, rubbing herself all over his mouth, wanting more and more. He worked his tongue faster around her clit, sending shock waves through her body. Soon it was more than she could handle. After screaming for him to stop more than once, he finally relented and moved away from her. 

Lying there, breathing hard and sweat dripping, she couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never felt an orgasm like that. She never thought she could ever have one that strong. After a moment, she felt the mans hands around her ankles. He lifted her legs, and both were on his shoulders. He began to rub her clit with his thumb, slowly massaging it, getting it hard again. Shortly his thumb was replaced with the head of his enlarged manhood.

Rose was getting wet all over, wanting to feel him inside her. She reached and took him in her hand, trying to guide him in her. He resisted, only allowing his head to enter her. As her lips spread, Rose moaned with pleasure. He pulled out of her, and spread her lips again, going a little deeper. As he quickened the pace, he went deeper and deeper. He held the front of her legs, pulling her to him with every hard thrust. Rose was breathing hard again, meeting his every thrust with her own. 

Rose couldn't believe it. This man was in her deeper than any man had ever been, she was damn near screaming, an he was totally silent. Not a grunt or groan coming out of him. While he continued his thrusts, she tightened her lips around his shaft. He moaned with pain or pleasure. What ever it was, her tightness made it harder for him to push into her. 

Rose could feel him getting harder inside her. She knew he was getting close to filling her with his hot cum. She only hoped that she was able to come with him. She began to push into him harder, trying to take him deeper. He went faster and faster, putting every inch of him into her. They had perfect rhythm, meeting each others thrust with their own. 

She could feel the ecstasy building in her, and feel him getting harder as he got closer. He began to push into harder than ever, and began to scream with pleasure. After one final extremely hard thrust, he stayed in her as deep as he could and she felt his explosion in her. That was all she could take. Her orgasm was stronger than when he was going down on her. She was blind with excitement. 

They both stayed as they were for a moment, and he slowly pulled out of her. He lowered her legs and left her there, gasping for breath and dripping in sweat. The room was quiet again. She wondered was there more to come. She didn't think she could take anymore. 

After a few minutes she knew they were done. He whispered in her ear, "Don't move for five minutes." She answered him in a hoarse whisper, "Don't worry, I couldn't if I wanted to."

The allotted five minutes went by, and Rose sat up and removed the blind fold. She looked around, and with the exception of the mess on the floor, everything was as it should be. She knew she should call the police, but she was to weak to even move, and he hadn't really hurt her. She got off the table, and with weak and trembling knees, she picked up he robe and put it on. She needed to clean the dining room, but was to exhausted to do anything. Her husband wouldn't be home for hours, so she decided to lie down and relish in her new found glory.

After what seemed like moments, her husband was gently waking her on the couch. She jumped up, afraid that he had already seen the dining room. She ran to the kitchen, apologizing for sleeping all day and claiming to be getting his dinner ready. Reaching the kitchen, she looked into the dining room and was amazed to find it as it should be. No broken dishes, table set, and nothing out of place. Was it a dream? Was the man her husband? Whatever it was, it was the best sex she had ever had.



Forced Entry



Danny sat at the bar of the Holiday Inn nursing his fourth double scotch, espousing to the man beside him the reasons why his company was the best designer and distributor of accounting software in the world.

Danny was a large man in his forties and was running to fat. He was dressed in a travel-weary navy-blue business suit, a crumpled white shirt now open at the neck, and a ratty tie. He was attending a convention for accounting software distributors at the hotel, and he mistakenly believed that the well-dressed black man to whom he was imparting his knowledge of software design and distribution was attending the same convention and that he gave a shit about what Danny had to say.

Danny was also complaining about his travelling companion and business associate Mike, who he said, spent most of his free time locked in his hotel room whenever they were on the road together.

"Unsocialable asshole!" Danny ranted on, "he hardly ever comes to the bar with me after we have finished for the day; he just heads for his hotel room and locks himself away for the night."

"Well screw him pal! Work hard and play hard I say!" Danny said through a cloud of boozy fumes.

Mike had his own reasons why he didn't like to socialise with Danny when they were on the road together. One reason was that in Mike's opinion, Danny was only a few drinks away from becoming a full blown alcoholic. The second reason was a closely kept secret.

Whilst Danny was in the bar getting drunk and boring to death the well dressed black man sitting beside him with stories of accounting software sales and criticising his travelling companion; Mike was sliding a pair of expensive sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose up his carefully shaved legs. Yes; Mike had a very good reason he didn't want to be anywhere else except inside his hotel room tonight. Mike was a closet crossdresser!

Mike; or Michele in his femme alter ego; liked to dress as a woman. She occasionally met with other crossdressers but this didn't happen very often, and Michele considered herself a virgin, as except for a little nervous foreplay with other crossdressers, she had not yet had a sexual experience whilst dressed as a woman.

When on the road Mike kept a travel bag hidden inside his suitcase. The small travel bag contained a skirt, blouse, high heels, lingerie, cosmetics, jewellery and a wig. Mike had become adept at packing the minimal requirements to transform into Michele inside the small soft travel bag and hiding it discretely inside his larger suitcase.

He sometimes had nightmares where one the 'Travel Nazis' who provided airport security screening inspected his suitcase and opened the travel bag and held up his female requisites for everyone in the airport to see whilst demanding to know why Mike had ladies clothing secreted in his suitcase.

Of course this had never happened, and it was highly unlikely to happen, but a little paranoia is common amongst most closet crossdressers.

So whilst Danny engaged the well-built black stranger in inane barroom prattle, Mike concentrated on transforming into Michele. She had already applied heavy makeup and fitted her favourite brunette bob wig. She smoothed out her nylons, carefully pushing her penis under her crotch so the gusset of the pantyhose would hold it there. 

Michele stepped into a pair of red boy-leg satin panties and then pulled on a matching bra. Unable to bring her breastforms with her on the road, she stuffed the cups with balled up pantyhose; a poor substitute but adequate for the task. Next she slid a cream coloured nylon half-slip up her legs, exhilarating in the sensuous feel of the slip against her hosed legs, and adjusted it so that the hem rested about six inches above her knees.

She didn't really need to wear the slip as a foundation garment but she loved the feel of the slip against her hosiery and panties.

Michele buttoned up a teal coloured satin blouse, cursing under her breath because even after all this time dressing as a woman she still had difficulty with the buttons because they were on the opposite side to a man's shirt. She stepped into a navy-blue A-line skirt; closed the zip and adjusted the waist. She smoothed out the skirt so that the hem sat just below the hem of her half-slip. The skirt had a kick pleat in the rear and her slip would show but as she was spending the night alone that didn't really matter.

She slid her feet into a pair of black leather four-inch high-heeled pumps and opened up the small cosmetics bag and took out the small bottle of Poison; her favourite perfume. She sprayed herself liberally with the scent and giggled as she sprayed a couple of squirts under her skirt. There would be no one to appreciate it of course; but Michele liked to dress as feminine as she could.

She adjusted her makeup; applying another coat of plum-red lipstick. If she was at home she would use her favourite 'Estee Lauder Pure Color' two-coat long-lasting lipstick; but on the road, regular lipstick sufficed and was a hell of a lot easier to remove. She clipped on gold earrings and a matching necklace, bracelets, and rings on three fingers of each hand. Then she reached down and fastened a gold ankle-bracelet around her nylon-sheathed ankle.

Although Michele was dressing purely for her own pleasure, she liked to look as femme as possible and paid attention to detail. Of course at home she would wear a garter belt and stockings instead of pantyhose and paint two coats of nailpolish on her toe and fingernails, but on the road, with the ever-present chance of being disturbed, she made sacrifices so that she could quickly wash off her makeup and get out of her clothes if she had to. She was also limited by how much space she had in the travel bag.

Occasionally Michele had met up with other crossdressers whilst she was travelling; usually at their house or at a different hotel than the one she was staying in with Danny; but these occasions were very rare and mostly she just dressed, surfed the net for transgender websites and sometimes fired up her webcam for some online fun. The evening usually ended with her masturbating whilst fantasising about being with another crossdresser or; very rarely, she might jack off on the webcam at the request of another crossdresser.

Michele eyed the small bottle of nailpolish lying unused in the cosmetics bag with regret and then she reached in and grabbed it.

"Fuck it! I'm going to do my nails." She said to herself as she sat down on the bed and poured herself a gin and tonic from the minibar and prepared to paint her nails.

Michele rarely painted her nails when she was on the road as it was very risky if she had to leave the hotel room in hurry. Washing off her makeup and shucking out of her femme clothing could be done in a few minutes but removing nailpolish took time. She didn't have room for nailpolish remover in her small bag so she would have to clean off the nail polish with vodka from the minibar which could take quite some time to do properly.

Also Danny insisted they book adjoining hotel rooms and it was not unknown for him to return to his room late at night drunk and hammer on Mike's door insisting that Mike join him for a drink. A few times Mike, fully dressed as Michele, had had to shout some made up excuse through the closed door as to why he couldn't join Danny for a drink. 

Michele sat on the bed and carefully painted her fingernails with a single coat of plum-red nailpolish. 'Important that a girl's nailpolish and lipstick match,' she thought to herself.

Half an hour later she was seated at her laptop computer, her body illuminated by lamplight in the darkened hotel room, chatting online with other crossdressers and transmitting her image via webcam to a Yahoo chatroom whilst also surfing transgender websites. 

She didn't realise that events were about to unfold that would change her life forever.

At the same time that Michele made the decision to paint her nails, the well-built, well-dressed, black man decided he was going to rob Danny.

The black man's name was Ronnie and he was carefully dressed in the business suite so as to look like any other businessman at the hotel bar; but he was in fact an accomplished thief and robber. His accomplice, Jermain, waited outside in the car. Ronnie's modus operandi was to befriend a gullible businessman at a hotel bar, drug him, and then pretend to help the businessman to his room, where he and Jermain robbed the unconscious victim of everything worth stealing.

Ronnie looked around the bar, and certain that no one was watching, he emptied a small vial of powder into Danny's drink. The strong sedative instantly dissolved and within a few minutes of Danny returning from the toilet and gulping down his drink he was unsteady on his feet and feeling incredibly sleepy.

"Let me help you pal," Ronnie said, sliding a strong arm around the fat drunk and guiding from the noisy bar to the elevators in the foyer.

"What room are you in?" Ronnie asked Danny, and when Danny answered Ronnie flicked open his cell and called Jermain.

"We're on! Room two one four; see ya'" Ronnie said into his cell and snapped it shut and put it away.

Danny was now at the pint where he could hardly stand because of the combined effects of the booze and drugs and Ronnie struggled to hold him upright in the elevator while he rummaged through Danny's pockets until he located his hotel room key.

When the elevator door opened Ronnie struggled with Danny to room 214, he opened the door and then pushed Danny onto his bed where he immediately began to snore. Ronnie adjusted Danny's position on the bed to make sure he could breathe and then stole his wallet and cash from his pockets and took the expensive gold wristwatch off his wrist. There was a knock at the door and Ronnie went to the peep-hole, and seeing Jermain standing outside the hotel room, he opened the door and let him in.

Within fifteen minutes Ronnie and Jermain had bundled up everything of value that Danny had with him in the hotel room and had stuffed it all into Danny's expensive luggage, they were about to check that the coast was clear so they could leave the room when Danny began to recover.

Being a large man, Danny's tolerance for drugs and alcohol was a lot greater than Ronnie had estimated and now he was regaining consciousness. He sat up groggily on the bed, saw his room had been ransacked and his luggage packed and figured out what was happening.

"What now?" Jermain asked Ronnie.

"Fuck it! We gag him; tie him up and fuck off," Ronnie snarled.

Jermain pulled a small pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Danny as he sat up on the bed.

"Don't fucking move man or I'll shoot you full of holes!" Jermain barked at Danny.

"Help!! Mike; for fuck sake help me!!!!!" Danny screamed at the internal door adjoining his and Mike's rooms.

On the other side of the door Michele heard Danny's muffled cries and assumed that he was drunk and looking for Mike to join him for more booze. Michele walked over to the door carefully on her high heels and yelled through the door.

"Go to sleep Danny; I'm not interested in getting you any drunker!"

She then went over to her the minibar to pour herself another gin and tonic, cursing at Danny under her breath.

Jermain stuck his pistol in Danny's face.

"One more word mother-fucker and I'll blow your brains out!" he said.

Danny stopped yelling and sat morosely on the edge of the bed groggy with the effects of the booze and drugs.

Meanwhile Ronnie was thinking to himself that maybe he could turn the situation around to their advantage. Danny obviously had a travelling companion in the other room. Maybe they could get 'two for one'! By entering the other hotel room via the adjoining room door they would not have to draw any undue attention to themselves by going out into the corridor.

Ronnie walked over to where Jermain was guarding Danny. 

"Who's in the other room?" he asked menacingly.

"It's Mike; you know, the guy I was telling you about. My business associate," Danny answered, his eyes locked on the pistol only inches from his face.

"Aw come on guys; you cleaned me out and I won't tell the police what happened; I'll say that someone broke into my hotel room while I slept and robbed me. I can claim all this shit back on my insurance but leave Mike alone man," Danny begged.

"Fuck that! Get over to the door and start knocking fat boy!" Ronnie ordered as Jermain waived the pistol indicating for Danny to get off the bed and get over to the door.

"It won't do any fucking good man; Mike won't open the door. He'll think I'm drunk and looking for a drinking partner," Danny whined.

"Just knock on the fucking door and tell your buddy that two guys have a gun in your face and will shoot you unless he opens the door. You tell him that if he doesn't open the door right now that we'll shoot you and then kick the fucking door down anyway!" Ronnie growled.

Danny wobbled over to the door and did as he was told.

Mike stood at the door adjoining rooms 214 and 216 in absolute terror and shock. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He didn't want to open the door under any circumstances. The fact that he was about to robbed was inconsequential to the fact that he would be found dressed as a woman. But if he didn't open the door his friend could be killed and the robbers might kick the door down anyway.

"You got fifteen seconds to open the fucking door or your partner gets his brains blown out!" Ronnie hissed through the door impatiently.

Michele made a split decision and flicked the catch on the locked door and then rushed across the darkened room and stood flush against the wall quivering in fear. 

Depressing scenes of humiliation flashed through Mike's head. The robbers, and even Danny, laughing when they found him dressed as a woman; the stares and sniggers of work colleagues back at the office; the secretaries knowing smiles and muffled giggles when he walked past. And then eventually the boss would call him in and fire him; saying: "Sorry Mike but we just can't employ a salesman who wear's skirts and makeup," and then breaking down into uncontrollable laughter.

The door opened and Danny entered the room with Jermain close behind him using him as a shield; the gun pressed into his back. Ronnie entered behind them and they stood just inside Mike's room looking around in the gloom.

They saw a mature, heavily made-up woman wearing a short skirt and high heels standing against the far fall; the scent of her perfume permeated the room.

"No wonder the fucker didn't want to let us in; he's got a fucking hooker up here!" Ronnie said.

"Where's Mike?" Danny asked incredulously, thinking that he knew now why Mike would never come out of room; because liked call girls!

The woman just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Where's Mike hiding; you cunt? You better tell us or Jermain here will put a cap in fat-boy here and then empty the rest into you!" Ronnie threatened.

Michele started to sob, her voice husky.

"I'm Mike," she whispered.

"I'm Mike but I'm also Michele," she mumbled.

"Jesus fucking Christ Jermain; she's a fucking trannie!" Ronnie exclaimed.

The three men stared incredulously at the sexy mature woman who was trying desperately to press herself into the wall. Ronnie kicked the door closed and locked it.

"Get your arse over here bitch!" he ordered.

Michele cautiously walked over to the middle of the room. Ronnie reached out and snapped on the ceiling lights so that he could get a good look at her. There was no doubt that the men were looking a transvestite and not a real woman; but she still looked hot!

Their eyes roamed brazenly over her face and body. Her pretty hazel eyes, heavily made-up with lashings of eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow; her cheeks rouged and lips painted plum-red. Her mature but attractive face framed by the brunette bob. Her body, slim by male standards, was large but generously proportioned for a woman, she filled out her skirt and blouse nicely. Michele's insistence on attention to detail emphasised her feminine sensuality: the nailpolish, the jewellery, the way the hem of her skirt caressed her thighs. The men glared wantonly at her silken hosed legs; their eyes roamed from her firm thighs to her high heeled feet. The smell of her perfume wafted across the room.

"Fuck Mike I can't believe it's you under that makeup; you look......well..............sexy!" Danny blurted out.

"Fuck yeah!" both Ronnie and Jermain said at the same time in agreement.

Ronnie felt himself becoming aroused as he blatantly ogled Michele, his eyes devouring her body. Jermain was also becoming stimulated, an obvious bulge growing in the front of his jeans.

Michele was slowly becoming aware of the men's interest in her. On some visceral level she was thankful that the men had not burst out laughing and ridiculed her for being a crossdresser and was even flattered that they found her attractive but on a conscious level she was deeply disturbed. 

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking Jermain?" Ronnie said smiling sinisterly.

"Fuck yeah," Jermain replied, "I've never fucked a trannie before but this bitch is hot."

Michele felt her herself becoming feint; she was now absolutely terrified by the bizarre situation developing right here in her hotel room.

Jermain poked Danny in the back with his pistol and led him over to a chair and sat him down. He used Danny's and Ronnie's neckties to tie his wrists to the arms of the chair and stuffed a pair of Mike's socks in his mouth to gag him. Danny was very confused; the cocktail of drugs and alcohol was wearing off but was still having an effect on him; and seeing Mike dressed as a woman was just absolutely astonishing. He sat there in silence, breathing around the gag, gob-smacked at what was happening as Jermain sat down beside him covering him with the gun.

Michele wasn't stupid; she knew that she had no chance of fighting off these men, they were armed and they were dangerous criminals. She was a software salesman dressed as a woman. She had no chance! She made up her mind then and there to capitulate and hopefully get this horrible nightmare over and done with.

"Get over here bitch!" Ronnie ordered and Michele capitulated.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way," he said, tracing a finger slowly down her body, starting at her painted red lips and stopping at the hem of her skirt.

"I know that underneath that makeup and sexy clothes you ain't a real woman but damn you look hot! So this is how it's going to work."

"You're going to take good care of me and Jermain; you're going to do whatever we want without complaint and then if you've been a good girl we're going to leave you and fatso over there still breathing." Ronnie finished.

Michele realised that these men were obviously violent criminals used to getting exactly what they wanted; quite prepared to take it by force if necessary.

"Ok," she whispered.

"You bet your sweet sexy arse ok!" Ronnie said.

"Now get your arse here and get to work bitch; I we ain't got all night."

Michele felt trepidation as she was pulled into Ronnie's arms and he kissed her full on the lips, sliding his tongue into his mouth, encircling her in his arms. Michele forced herself to relax as he sucked on her tongue, pulling her body hard against his but she was filled with dread as she felt his cock begin to swell against her body. Ronnie took Michele's hand in his and moved it between their bodies down into his crotch and grunted into her mouth.

"Touch it bitch; you know you want to."

Michele reached out and tentatively stroked Ronnie's tumescent member through his suit pants. It felt big and hard and although she was sure it was her imagination, it appeared to radiate heat through the thin material of his trousers. Ronnie's cock tented the front of his trousers and he gave out a little moan as Michele cautiously fondled him, her ruby-red fingernails scratched at the thin trouser material as she slowly and excruciatingly traced the outline of his cock.




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"Take it out bitch," Ronnie panted into her mouth and then crushed her lips with his.

He was pushing his groin against Michele's body, trapping her hand between them, as she stroked the bulge in his pants. His tongue wriggled in her mouth; the taste of her lipstick and scent of her perfume further arousing him. He pulled his groin back from Michele's body and took her hand off his tented trousers and guided her fingers to his zipper.

Michele gulped and swallowed saliva; gasping around the tongue invading her mouth; she resolved herself. She had done a little heavy petting, 'girl on girl', with other crossdressers on vary rare occasions but she had never had the desire to have a sexual encounter with man. On some sub-primal level she was again surprised and flattered that she could get a man so fiercely aroused; but on a conscious level she was revolted at what she knew have would have to do next.

Ronnie impatiently tugged at her hand until she capitulated and slowly started to unzip his fly. The chafing sound of Ronnie's zipper opening sounded ominous in the hotel room; silent except for Ronnie's groans of pleasure and Michele's ragged breathing. 

"Hot damn man this bitch is hot; I gotta get me some of that!" Jermain exclaimed. 

Michele's fingers hesitantly explored the opening in Ronnie's flies and soon found sleek, hard flesh. She controlled her revulsion and wrapped her fingers around Ronnie's long thick cock and felt him shudder against her. She began to stroke him inside his pants, in the futile hope that he would climax before he made her do anything more degrading.

Ronnie broke their kiss and took Michele by the shoulders and eased her body away from his a little.

"Take it out; I want to see you take it out," he whimpered, his lust evident.

Michele's painted fingernails plucked at Ronnie's belt and a single, mascara-stained, tear ran down her cheek.

"Please don't make me do this," she begged, her resolve overcome by her despondency.

"Take it out bitch! You know what to do; you got one of these yourself!" Ronnie sneered.

"But I bet it ain't as big as my man Ronnie's though," Jermain piped in, further humiliating Michele.

Michele opened the waistband of Ronnie's trousers and his pants fell down around his ankles. His cock sprang upright between them; the tip of his purple glans glistening with silvery pre-seminal fluid, peeked from the hood of his foreskin. Ronnie's cock was enormous, at least ten inches long, smoky black and thick. His foreskin stretched around the bulbous glans. The dark turkey-skin of his scrotal hung down between his legs; a musky odour floated up from his crotch and invaded Michele's nostrils.

Michele gasped but Ronnie had no time for her theatrics; he took her hand and placed it on his manhood and watched as Michele gently wrapped her fingers around it; her ruby-red fingernails contrasting with dark skin of his ebony shaft. She slowly eased her fingers down the shaft, pulling back the foreskin, and exposed Ronnie's glossy purple glans. The musky aroma intensified.

Ronnie pulled Michele back against him and smothered hers sobs with a passionate kiss. She resignedly stroked Ronnie's enormous phallus, it stuck out from his groin between their bodies, throbbing in her fingers.

Ronnie enjoyed the fact that Michele was reluctant to masturbate him, the feathery feel of her fingers loosely caressing his turgid member was about all he could stand without coming. Michele didn't realise it but she was prolonging her own torment. If she simply gripped his penis and gave it a few hard strokes Ronnie would be unable to control his orgasm.

He reached down and firmly disengaged Michele's fingers from around his shaft.

"Don't wanna come yet honey," he panted into her mouth and then pressed his lips against hers again.

Ronnie pulled Michele's body hard against his again, enjoying the feel of his cock against material of her skirt. He held her body against his with one hand and his other hand slid down her body and rested on her buttocks. Michele's sobs were muffled by Ronnie's savage kisses, his lips grinding against hers and his tongue invading her mouth. Tears ran down her face causing her heavy eye makeup to smudge; giving her a 'panda look'.

Ronnie roughly fondled Michele's buttocks and the material of her skirt slid effortlessly across her plump rear, her slip slithering against her satin panties. The sounds of rustling of nylon and satin, and the smacking of lips and slurping tongues and the smells of perfume and the musky smell of sexual arousal filled the hotel room.

Jermain had put down his pistol and was slowly improving an erection standing out proudly from the flies of his blue jeans. Danny's eyes were bulging and he breathed raggedly around the gag in his mouth; a growing protuberance at the front of his trousers gave away his state of arousal.

Michele made one final supplication for mercy.

"Please........" she pleaded.

"Oh there's no need to beg honey; you're going to get it alright!" Ronnie snarled sarcastically.

Ronnie put a hand around her throat and hissed menacingly into her face.

"Jermain; if this cunt whines or bitches one more time you bust one of old Danny's kneecaps!"

Michele realised that her protests had gone too far and with all the resolve she could muster she forced herself to stop sobbing and resigned herself to her fate. She rationalised to herself that she only had to get through the next hour or so and then these barbarians would leave. As long as she and Danny were left alive they could deal with the emotional fallout from the experience in their own way. She was almost certain that neither of them would want to discuss with anyone else the exact details of what was happening to them tonight in this hotel room.

Michele made her mind go blank and she totally capitulated; anything these hoodlums wanted they could have, as long as they left her and Danny alive and uninjured.

Sensing Michele's acceptance, Ronnie pulled her body back against his and began to kiss her again, this time he noticed there was no resistance and that she was reluctantly returning his kisses, her tongue flicking against his. Ronnie's erection returned to full tumescence as he humped up against the front of Michele's skirt and scrunched her buttocks through the layers of nylon and satin.

He reached down the rear of her skirt and put his hand inside the kick pleat and then slowly started to lift her skirt up. Michele tensed but forced herself not to resist. When Ronnie had the rear of Michele's skirt hiked up he reached between their bodies and grasped the front of her skirt and hiked it up as well so that her skirt was rucked up around her waist. 

Michele stood on her tiptoes, raised up on her high-heels, leaning slightly forward, her arms around the large black man, she hesitantly returned his kisses, her skirt rucked up around her waist, the hem of her cream coloured soft satin slip whispered against her hosed thighs as Ronnie rubbed the delicate material of the slip against her; caressing her tight pantied buttocks.

Ronnie's cock was now rubbing against the front of Michele's satin half-slip; sending waves of pleasure through his body. He reached down and lifted the hem of Michele's slip and draped it over his long thick cock. Then he took Michele's hand and guided it to his silken-clad member.

"Slowly," he groaned into Michele's mouth.

She understood what he meant and took the satin sheathed cock in her hand and softly squeezed it until she felt Ronnie buck against her; she ever so slowly began to masturbate him. She was surprised by the girth of his member and the by heat radiating from it as it pulsed in her hand. She masturbated him with long slow strokes, establishing a steady rhythm. Jermain moved his groin back and forth in time with her strokes, fucking her hand.

After a few minutes of intense stimulation Ronnie slowly started to walk Michele backwards until she felt the edge of the bed against the back of her legs. He pushed her down so that she sat on the edge of the bed her hand still stroking his enormous member still wrapped in the material of her slip.

Ronnie removed Michele's fingers from around his cock and her slip slid off his phallus and it stood out from his body, proudly erect, quivering inches from her eyes. Pulsing veins encircled the meaty black shaft and a silvery thread of pre-cum oozed from the eye of his glossy purple knob down to her lap, soaking into the gauzy material of her half-slip.

Michele dreaded what was coming next but knew it was inevitable. Ronnie put out a hand and pulled Michele's face towards his erection and thrust his hip forward until his glans touched her lipstick smeared lips. Michele tentatively flicked out the tip of her tongue breaking the string of pre-seminal fluid that hung from Ronnie's cock.

Ronnie gasped as Michele began to slowly lick his cock. She worked her tongue around the bulbous head until it glistened with her saliva and then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft concentrating on the delicate frenulum where the glans joined the shaft of his penis. Ronnie watched the attractive mature transvestite; her face somehow sexier with her smeared makeup, attend to his phallus with her tongue. He stood this for a minute or two but then became impatient and pushed his cock against her lips signalling his need.

Michele understood and resignedly took a deep breath and opened her mouth as far as she could, and allowed Ronnie's massive penis to push over her lips and inside her warm moist mouth. She concentrated on her breathing as about six inches of the purple headed invader slid into her mouth and then she began to gag.

Ronnie eased himself out of her mouth a little until she had her gag reflex under control and then he began to leisurely fuck her face. Michele submitted and stretched her lips around his shaft and slavered at his glands with her tongue; her aim now was to induce Ronnie's orgasm as soon as possible and get the ordeal over with. 

Ronnie was close to coming but he didn't want to come just yet. But he was very aware that despite the fact that he and Jermain were totally control of the situation; that the longer they remained in the hotel room, the more the chance that something go wrong and they could get caught. He decided to finish taking his pleasure with the mature transvestite and get out while the going was good.

Ronnie pulled his cock from Michele's mouth with audible plop and it wobbled menacingly in front of her eyes.

"You better get over here Jermain if you want some of this!" Ronnie said to his partner kicking off his pants and shoes.

Jermain kicked off his shoes but remained fully dressed, his long thin cock sticking proudly out the front of jeans; the black shaft and glans glistening from the saliva he had used to lubricate it whilst masturbating as he had watched Michele fellating Ronnie.

"I'll be right there Ronnie my man; just let me fix things over here," Jermain said.

He checked that the bindings on Danny's wrists were still secure and then he pushed Danny's chair up to the edge of the bed.

"I can see you diggin' this whole scene dude, so you might as well get a good view of the show," he laughed.

Danny, securely strapped into the chair was puffing into his gag and his face glowed red with both exertion and lust. Danny's cock was a large fat lump tenting the front of his trousers and a small wet patch was spreading from it.

Jermain made a quick diversion to the ensuite bathroom and then came over and climbed onto the bed; kneeling at the top of the bed he flicked a small tube to Ronnie who caught it and looked at it; a smile spread across his face as he read the label: 'body lotion'. An acceptable alternative to lubricant, provided courtesy of the hotel he thought.

Michele's hung her head down and her body spasmed, shivering uncontrollably as she realised that the culmination of her degradation was eminent. She was absolutely terrified but subliminally relieved that this ordeal would soon be over.

Jermain put his strong hands under Michele's armpits and pulled her up the bed and then Ronnie helped turn her over onto her knees so that she was kneeling upright on the bed.

"Gotta have me some of that!" Jermain said, and pushed his face onto hers and began to kiss her passionately.

Michele, dazed and degraded, allowed her survival instincts to kick in and she responded in kind, kissing Jermain and suckling his tongue.

Ronnie moved onto the bed behind Michele, her skirt still rucked up around her waist, and admired the view: Michele's buxom arse clad in the red satin boy-leg panties and covered by the creamy satin slip, her legs encased in diaphanous nylon and feet shod in the sexy black pumps. He lifted her slip up out of the way and stroked her buttocks through her panties.

Ronnie eased himself further up the bed, pushing Michele's knees apart so that he could position himself between her legs with his large black cock resting on her panty-clad buttocks. He lifted the panty material away from her crotch and slid his cock inside so that it rested in the crease of her buttocks; the top of his penis covered by her satin panties the base rubbing against her sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. He slowly rocked back and forth, dry-humping her.

Michele felt Ronnie's huge penis rubbing against her rear and realised that soon Ronnie would no longer be happy to dry-hump her and would try to penetrate her. The thought of that monstrous cock invading her virgin rear passage was horrifying and she made one last attempt to induce his orgasm. She pushed her backside out and began to pump back and forth in time with Ronnie's thrusts.

Jermain felt Michele's movements and broke their kiss so that he could see what was going on.

"Hot damn!" He said and pushed down on Michele's shoulders, forcing her down on her hands and knees.

Michele allowed her upper body to be forced down on the bed so that she was kneeling on her hands and knees with Ronnie dry-fucking her pantied arse and Jermain's erection bobbing inches from her face. Jermain pushed forward and Michele had no choice but to open her mouth and allow his cock to slide into her mouth. 

Jermain was careful not make Michele choke or gag; he could feel her lips close around the shaft of his cock and her tongue flutter against his glans. So long as she capitulated, he didn't want her to choke and try to spit him out. He was happy that this mature white piece of arse was sucking on his hard cock and didn't want to spoil the sensations he was receiving from her attentions. He humped Michele's face slowly back and forth letting his climax slowly build.

Michele's movements were contributing to Ronnie's pleasure as he enjoyed the feel of her soft nylon-encased buttocks pushing back and forth along the underside of his member but knew that he couldn't keep this up for much longer. He guessed correctly that Michele was trying to get him to come before he could fuck her but he had other plans.

He quickly pulled his cock out from between her buttocks and squeezed half of the contents of the small tube of body lotion over his phallus and then lifted the gusset of Michele's panties away from her buttocks. He positioned the head of his penis against her puckering anal bud and pushed hard. His cock pushed the diaphanous material of Michele's pantyhose inside the ring of her sphincter until the material stretched and broke and his cock slid unencumbered deep inside her anal passage.

Despite the lubrication Michele screamed as at first her sphincter and then the walls of her anus stretched to accommodate the huge phallus invading her back passage. When Ronnie had eight inches of his cock buried inside Michele he stopped pushing and rested, his hands gripping her wriggling hips as she tried to expel his invading member.

"Keep still bitch; relax!" he ordered and slapped Michele on the buttocks.

Through the searing pain Michele knew Ronnie was right. The only way that she would be able to accommodate the huge organ inside her without excruciating pain would be to force herself to relax her rectal muscles. She concentrated on doing just that.

Robbie felt the vice like grip of Michele's sphincter and then her bowel muscles slowly relax. He pulled his cock out of her arse until just his glans remained inside her and dribbled the remaining body lotion over his shaft and then slowly began to fuck her.

Michele felt Ronnie withdraw and then slowly fill her again; this time the passage of his member eased by the lubrication provided by the body lotion. 'Thank fuck hotels provided such requisites,' she thought; imaging what it would feel like had Ronnie used no lubrication at all! Her back passage still burned and ached as Ronnie's cock raped her but at least the pain was now tolerable.

Ronnie grasped the side panels of Michele's panties and began to ride her like a rodeo rider, his cock slamming in and out of her pantyhosed encased buttocks. The fucking had ripped a large hole in the gusset of her pantyhose and the crotch of her panties was stretched loose by the constant assault. 

Ronnie got into a steady rhythm pounding in and out of Michele's back passage and she progressed through feelings of intense pain and numbness; until miraculously; a feeling of fullness that was not unpleasant combined with small waves of pleasure emitting from a source just inside her anus. 

Michele had read enough of this experience online to understand what was happening; Ronnie's penis was stimulating her prostrate gland, his shaft was also stimulating the sensitive nerves of her sphincter. She never dreamed that such feelings of arousal could come from her back passage. She felt her own cock, now freed from the confines of her ruined pantyhose; thicken in the front of her satin panties.

As Ronnie pulled at the waistband on the sides of Michele's panties as he rode her, thrusting back and forth against her, he was unintentionally stimulating her. Her panty crotch rubbed back and forth across her penis and Michele let out an animal groan from deep within her throat.

Jermain watched his accomplice rape this sexy white transvestite. He knew that he wouldn't be able to contain himself much longer when he realised the bitch was not only letting his colleague fuck her; she was enjoying it!

He lifted Michele's face to his erect penis and without any encouragement; she engulfed it in her mouth, her lips sucking at the shaft and her tongue feathering along the sensitive glans. He would be coming soon he realised; and he held Michele's head by the ears and began to fuck her face.

The two black robbers and sexy mature white transvestite got into sync; their thrusts orchestrated with Ronnie pounding himself in and out of Michele's soft sexy arse and Jermain plunging his cock in and out Michele's heavily made-up face. Michele rocked on her hands and knees in time with her rapists' thrusts; except technically they were no longer her rapists. She was enjoying it; and her own cock pulsed inside her panties as rings of pleasure travelled out from her back passage.

Michele felt her panties tear as Ronnie pulled her buttocks back hard against his groin; he pushed forward with all his might forcing every last inch of cock deep inside her. Michele pushed back against him as she felt stream after stream of hot semen fill her rectum. At the same time Jermain groaned and his cock pulsed in her mouth ejaculating a flood of semen that she swallowed as best she could.

Some of Jermain's spend dribbled past her lipsticked lips and ran down her chin and she could feel some Ronnie's issue seep past her ravaged sphincter and run down her thighs and soak into her pantyhose. Michele's own orgasm rocked her and she ejaculated; flooding her panties with hot semen.




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Michele moaned around Jermain's phallus as it squirted the last of his load in her mouth; Ronnie and Jermain both gasped and groaned as they emptied themselves inside the white transvestite whore impaled between them. Ronnie could feel Michele's anal muscles spasm and her sphincter contract, milking him of his seed; whilst Jermain felt her lips slither and slide up and down his shaft while her tongue slathered at his glans extracting every last drop of his spend.

Eventually all three of them began to descend from the pinnacle of their orgasms. Jermain recovered first and pulled his cock out Michele's mouth and rubbed it over her face in one last gesture of humiliation. A few droplets of sperm mixed in with Michele's makeup, her face now a mess of lipstick, rouge and mascara. A long gobbet of spunk was drying on her cheek. The humiliating gesture was lost on Michele as she greedily lapped at the slowly deflating member whenever it got near her lips.

Jermain pulled himself away from Michele and hopped off the bed.

"Shit bitch; you pretend you don't like it; but you are one cock-sucking whore!" he laughed as he zipped his flies and reached for his shoes.

Ronnie pulled his cock from Michele's arse with audible plop. Semen mixed with blood, body lotion and a small amount of faecal matter ran in a rivulet from Michele's anus down her thigh and soaked in the nylon of her tattered pantyhose. Ronnie wiped his cock on the remains of her ripped panties and then pushed Michele face-down on the bed.

"Ok bitch; you are one good fuck so we ain't going to rain down on you and Danny here. You just stay right where you are until you hear that door close, then you wait tem minutes before you even move," he said.

"I'm pretty sure neither of you will want tell the cops what just happened so I suggest you come up with another story. You smart white boys; you'll work something out!" he finished.

Michele lay down on bed panting, recovering from the throes of her orgasm. She had never experienced such pleasure before. As she listened to the robbers ransack her hotel room and pack up their loot she pondered what would be the best course of action for her. The insurance company would reimburse Danny and her for their losses provided they could both come up with a reasonable story.

But how would Danny take it? He might want vengeance. She would have to find a way to keep her crossdressing and her rape out of the story that they would have to tell the police.

After a while Michele became aware that the only sound she could hear in the hotel room was Danny's heavy breathing. She turned her head sideways and saw him looking at her intently.

She sat up gingerly, her stained and tattered underwear sticking to her body; her makeup ruined and her face stained with drying semen. She sat on the bed next to Danny and pulled the gag out his mouth and he gasped.

"That was fucking intense; I've never been so scared but so fucking turned on at the same time!" Danny wheezed.

"Fuck Mike; I never dreamed you would look so hot dressed as a woman!"

"Call me Michele," she corrected him.

She looked at Danny still tied to the chair and saw that he still had an erection tenting the front of his pants. Her mind clicked over as an idea struck her.

"Now Danny; we need to keep this a secret between us no matter what happens," Michele said as she unzipped his flies and his stubby erection sprang loose.

Danny groaned as Michele lowered her face into his lap...

In their haste to get out of Mike's hotel room, Ronnie and Jermain had not seen Michele's laptop computer set up on the desk in the corner; or the steady green light indicating that her webcam was transmitting real time video into the Yahoo chatroom.

In the darkened bedroom of house thousands of miles away, a man sat in front his computer screen logged into a Yahoo chatroom and stroked his cock as he watched a transvestite; her lingerie stained and tattered, her makeup ruined and her face smeared with semen, perform fellatio on a fat man tied to a chair in some distant hotel room.

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Warning- this story depicts a graphic scene. Do not read if sensitive to violence or sexual crime.

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He must have been standing in the darkness of the hallway when she came in, because he tackled her hard when she paused and knocked her onto the bed, landing on top of her and never giving her a second to think or struggle. The surprise was enough to make her scream, though, and she started screaming loudly and trying to fight out from under him. He grabbed her by the throat, then, and backhanded her hard.

"Shut up, bitch," he screamed at her through clenched teeth, but it didn't do anything to quiet her, so he squeezed her throat hard and choked her until she didn't have enough breath to scream anymore and then he eased up.

"You fuckin' stupid country people never think to lock your doors. I bet you start locking them now," he sneered at her. She was across the bed on her back and he was sitting on top of her, pinning her down.

"Please, don't hurt me. Please, you can take anything you want," she begged him.

"Shut up. I already own everything you have ever since I got in your back door. What I want is some fun."

"NO," she yelled at him and began to fight. Initially she was able to push him hard enough to unbalance him on the soft mattress, and she began trying to crawl out from under him. He came back up quickly and shoved her retreating back, forcing her onto her stomach and climbing on top of her again. She began screaming, again, and he slapped her hard in the back with his hand, knocking the breath out of her.

"I fuckin' tol' you to SHUT UP! There isn't anybody close enough to hear you anyway."

She continued struggling and fighting him, so he grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face into the pillow. He opened the flick knife next to her ear so that she could hear it. At once she lay still and something like a sob escaped from her throat.

"The more you struggle the more it just makes my dick hard," he told her.

He put his hand between her shoulder blades to hold her against the mattress and climbed off of the top of her, instead turning to face her feet and straddling her again facing the other direction. He was sitting with his full weight on her shoulders with his legs pinning her arms.

"Now, you just do everything I say and you'll come through this with nothing but memories. Otherwise you'll have some nasty scars."

He slid the knife under the waistband at the back of her jeans and began hacking through the jeans and her cheap, imitation leather belt. A blind panic struck her then and she began struggling again, kicking and wiggling under him and trying to move, but he pulled the knife through the belt and then waited while she tired herself struggling. When she gave up he put the knife under the cut part of her jeans and continued slicing through the fabric in a diagonal across the right cheek of her ass until he had cut several inches of the pant leg at the back of her right thigh. He did the same with her jeans across the left cheek, then folded her jeans open like a babys' diaper, then cut off her maroon panties and threw them across the room.

When he tried to climb off the top of her she began fighting, again, this time with the renewed vigor of a panic-stricken woman, terrified and about the be raped. He had managed to keep her face down, but she was able to move a foot or so on the bed and get her arms free. He brought his left knee down on the back of her left elbow and pinned it there, then grabbed her by the hair, again, and let her feel the point of his knife under her right ear.

"Just right there, cunt...I could cut you right there and you'd bleed to death, and I could finish fucking you before you got cold."

"Please, you don't have to do this," she pleaded with him, her voice muffled in the pillows. "I don't even know what you look like. I couldn't tell the police anything."

He ignored her and began unbuckling his pants with one hand while still holding the knife against the tender skin under her ear. She began sobbing, again, and he tugged at the cut material of her jeans to fully expose her ass.

"Damn, bitch, you have a fuckin' beautiful ass. I don't think this is going to take long." He worked his mouth into a pucker and gathered some saliva, then drooled a mouthful of spit so that it fell on her tiny, puckered asshole. She understood what he was going to do at last and the blind panic seized her again. She bucked and struggled in spite of the knife he held against her ear. He held his shins and feet across her calves and held her down from behind with his knife hand, and then forced her face into the pillow until she was gasping for breath and too weak to struggle further. When she had settled down he gathered another mouthful and spit in his left hand and rubbed it on his dick.

She was sobbing again, resigned to the rape she was about to endure as he spread open her ass cheeks and laid the head of his cock against her asshole. Without giving her a chance to breath he suddenly forced his cock into her ass and she screamed as the head of his dick forced open her asshole.

"OH GOD, that FUCKIN' HURTS," she screamed. "My ASS!"

He continued shoving, forcing his cock into the tight sphincter of her colon as she screamed, bucking against her now and then as he buried his cock to the hilt in her tiny asshole. She screamed more and cursed him.

"FUCKIN' COCKSUCKER, THAT HURTS! YOU FUCKIN' ROTTEN BASTARD! You won't get away with this they're going to catch you!"

"The won't catch me before I shoot my wad up your pretty asshole. Now fuckin' shut up and let me enjoy this."

She broke into sobs again as he pushed himself into her, then yanked a pillow from underneath her head and began stuffing it under her hips to prop her ass higher. When he was satisfied with that he began pounding his cock into her ass, each time pulling it more than halfway out and then shoving it deep again so hard that his pubic bone hit the crack of her ass. He ripped the tee shirt off of her back and then unfastened her bra so he could grope her breasts.

"Come on, honey, move around a little. I like it better when they struggle a little." He grabbed her nipples and began pinching and twisting them, until she cried out and began flinching. He bucked harder against her ass, slowing down now and then to push his rod especially deep and relish the feel of her ass around his cock and the feel of her tits in his rough hands. Suddenly, instead of pounding hard and fast against her ass she felt him slow down, as if relishing every stroke and he suddenly grabbed her shoulder and pushed himself hard into her and groaned a long groan. His body spasmed and jerked, and then he tensed his body and rocked back and forth like he was balancing on her ass.

He relaxed, flattening his body against hers and he lay across her back. He lay against her for several minutes, spent and exhausted. She stirred enough to turn her head and look at him.

"Was that a good one," she asked?

"Oh God, yeah. You deserve an academy award, hun, once or twice it sounded like you were actually crying."

"I wasn't crying, I was coming!"

"Well, you deserve a fuckin' academy award. Did I hit you too hard?"

"No, I keep telling you that you can hit me as hard as you want, as long as you don't break anything. You know I can't come unless it hurts."

"Oh geez...," he rubbed his head, "you made me come so hard my head hurts. I think I must have shot about a quart of come up your ass."

She grinned at him. "Yeah, it feels like it. The knife play was good! I started coming almost as soon as you flicked it open, but you owe me a new pair of jeans!"

"Gladly," he said. "That was fuckin' amazing. What do you want to do now? Do you want to watch television?"

"HELL NO, I don't want to watch television, I want you to tie me up and fuck my pussy."

"Oh, baby, I don't know if I'm up to that yet. You tire me out when you struggle that much."

"Well, then just tie me up and stick a dildo in me. I'll bet your next paycheck you'll get hard by the time you do that."

He rolled toward her far enough to kiss her on the cheek. "Where the hell did I ever find you, I must be the luckiest pervert in the state."

"You didn't find me, I FOUND YOU. If I hadn't heard your stupid ex complaining about leaving you because you wanted to do play rape all the time I wouldn't have known where to look."

"Baby, you could have found a million guys that wanted to play rape with you."

"I know, but they wouldn't appreciate me as much as you do." She smiled at him and there were love lights in her eyes that seemed oddly out of place, like a Hell's Angel carrying a teddy bear.

"Do you want me to use the gag on you."

"Yeah, I love feeling helpless." She sat up and kissed him full on the mouth. "But, honey, even if you gag me...I promise I'll scream just as loud."

He reached under the bed and pulled out a coil of rope.