0 comments/ 104924 views/ 8 favorites Against Her Will By: lilsexyone Wanda stepped out of the shower and began to mentally pick out her outfit for the evening while toweling herself dry. She was looking forward to her weekly night out with the girls, mostly because it was her night to get laid. After working all week for the advertising agency, Wanda needed her Friday nights out with her friends. They got together every Friday night to go to one of the many clubs in town. They drank and gossiped and danced till they couldn't go anymore and if they were lucky, they would meet a man that would provide them an outlet for all the pent up stress of a week of working long hours. Wanda smiled to herself, she didn't need luck, she had what the men wanted. She was young, only 22, fresh out of college and working for one of the biggest advertising agency on the West Coast. She never had any trouble getting a date, she was what she liked to call the total package. Wanda stood in front of the full-length mirror and studied her body. She had a pretty face, big round eyes with long, thick lashes, high cheekbones, a pert little nose and her full lips were the kind men liked to see wrapped around their dicks. Her brown skin was smooth and silky, not dark and ashy the way some black women's skin got. She especially liked how it contrasted against the light skin of white men when she took them to her bed. Her hair was long and straight. It may be a weave, but it was the only thing about her that was fake, and as long as it didn't come out when some man tugged on it while she sucked his dick…it was all good. Her neck was long and her shoulders nice and rounded, not bony like some skinny women. She had a small waist that caved inward and provided a nice contrast to her rounded hips and ample breasts. Ah, her breasts…Wanda cupped her breasts as she stood there admiring herself. She has good tits, everyone said so. They were large and round, yet they didn't sag, they were nice and firm and the only reason she even wore a bra to work was to control the jiggling. Her nipples were big, almost the size of a dime and surrounded by large dark areolas. When she was turned on her nipples turned into little rocks. She pinched them as she looked into the mirror. She was becoming aroused, but she continued her appraisal of her body. She turned and gave herself a side view of her ass, it was nice and round and high. She loved her ass. She turned again and looked at her legs, they were long and slim. At 5'10, Wanda knew her legs drew just as much attention as her tits and ass. She placed her foot on the edge of her bed and ran her hand along her thigh until she reached what she liked to call home base…her pussy. One man had told her she had the perfect pussy. She touched the folds of skin and shivered, she was becoming more aroused by the minuet. She noted how the hair where her legs met was neatly trimmed. She didn't want to be shaved, but she liked to keep it neat. She ran her fingers between her pussy lips, they were nice and pink and fleshy. She separated them and found her clit. She was lucky, her clit seemed to be bigger than average. It stood out almost like a little dick when aroused as she was now. Wanda rolled her clit with her fingers and moaned. She lay down on bed and rubbed herself till she thought she would scream. Without even realizing it, she stuck two fingers in her hole and began to pump them in and out. It felt so good, she added a third finger and really gave herself a good finger fucking. She felt the orgasm building and used her free hand to rub her clit. That was all she needed, she let out a low moan as she came. Afterward she lay there till she had her breathing under control then got up to get dressed. She could make herself cum but it wasn't the same as having a man do it to her. She smiled as went to her closet because she knew she would be with a man tonight. She decided on her red outfit. She started with her red sheer, thigh high nylons, she was reaching into her panty drawer when she stopped. She wouldn't wear panties, they would just get torn later anyway. Next she pulled on her red leather skirt, it was short and showed off her legs to perfection. For a top, she chose a red silk peasant style shirt that left her midriff bare. It had elastic at the bottom and the top. She wouldn't be wearing a bra tonight, she wanted to wear the top off her shoulders. Finally she stepped into a pair of three-inch red spike heels. She checked herself in the mirror. She liked what she seen. Checking her watch, she grabbed her keys and headed for the club to meet her friends. Wanda met her friends and they had a great night of dancing, drinking and just letting off some steam. One of the guys she danced with asked her to come out to his car for a while. She went thinking she would get a little action. Once at the car, the guy demanded a blowjob. Normally she'd have kicked him in the balls and told him no one demands anything from Wanda Jackson. But tonight she was in the mood for some action and sucking dick in a public parking lot sounded exciting. Wanda sat on the passenger seat and the guy got his dick out. She wasn't impressed, it was only about five inches and it was already hard. Wanda liked the big ones, just looking at a big black dick could get her pussy dripping wet. Nevertheless, she took the little white dick into her mouth and began giving him a mind-blowing blowjob. She started by just taking the head into her mouth and working her tongue over and around it. The guy moaned and started to push more of himself into her mouth. Wanda had no trouble taking all of him, she was a pro at deepthroating much bigger dicks than this one. She let him face fuck her for a while, she was bored. She wanted some real dick, not this little white boys pencil stub. She decided to speed him along and began squeezing his balls and moaning like she was about to come. Wanda knew that men liked that, it made them think they were doing good and most always made them come quicker than if she just kept quiet. Just as she thought it would…it worked. The guy started to grunt and told her he wanted her to swallow it. He pushed into her mouth one last time and let out a loud grunt as she felt his cum shoot down her throat. He pulled out of her mouth and tucked his now limp dick back into his pants. The man helped her out of the car and said, "You are one great cocksucker baby, thanks." Wanda took a tissue from the pack on his dashboard and wiped her mouth. "Well, thank you for the compliment honey, you just think about me sucking on you the next time you jerk off." With that she sauntered back into the club. When Wanda returned to the table and the girls ask where she was, "I was outside sucking a tiny little white dick. Now I got to find me a big black one, all that did was make me even more horny than I was before." Her friends all echoed her statement. They drank and danced some more and by the time the placed closed at 2 am, all her friends had gone. They picked up a man and took them home to bang their stress away. But Wanda hadn't been so lucky. She didn't understand it, she always had to turn down men, tonight after the blowjob in the parking lot, no one seemed to want her. She got up to leave and two big men approached her, "I'm sorry ma'am, we have to ask you to come with us." Wanda ask why, they said, "The owner of this establishment wants to see you, and if you're smart, you'll come along quietly." Wanda was nervous, she didn't know what was going on and she hated not being in control of a situation. The men escorted her into the office marked private, they told her to wait there and Mr. Davis would be with her shortly. She was really nervous now, what had she done? Why did this Mr. Davis want to see her? Maybe he found out she was giving a blowjob in the lot outside and thought she was a hooker. She'd just have to explain to him that she was no hooker, just a horny woman looking for satisfaction. Ten minutes past and Wanda was getting more nervous, then the door to the office opened. She looked up and seen him, he was huge. She stood up and he walked over and held out his hand, "I'm Walter Davis, I own this place. Sorry you had to wait, I had to lock up." "What do you want? I don't know you do I?" she said, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. At 5'10 and the extra 3 inches her heels gave her, she was no little woman and the man standing before her was at least four inches taller than she was. "No I doubt you would know me Miss Jackson. Yes, I know your name. I make it a habit to check out anyone that comes to my club that draws the amount of attention you do. I'm sure you never even noticed me, I'm not your usual type." Wanda looked at him and thought "no you're not, I like tall dark and handsome." Walter Davis was tall but that was where it ended. He was big man, with a beer belly and damn, all she could think about was how ugly he was. He had a pockmarked face and a scar on one cheek, his nose was wide and big and he had a shiney gold tooth right up front where you couldn't miss it. "Look, just tell me what you want and I'll be on my way." She told him. Walter told her to sit down, his voice had changed, he was no longer sounding polite and pleasant. Now he sounded angry but Wanda had no idea why. "I bet you are wondering why none of the men you threw yourself at wanted to take you home aren't you? You are probably wondering why none of them wanted to take you home and fuck your brains out. I mean look at you, you're sexy as hell, a gay man would probably give up men for a night with you. But I bet you never even considered taking someone like me to your bed did you?" Wanda didn't like the tone he was using, it sounded angry and menacing. She was beyond nervous now, she was scared. "Please, Mr. Davis, I don't even know you. What do you want?" "I want you Wanda Jackson, I want to shove my big black dick into your pussy and hear you scream. That's what I want." Walter walked to her chair and leaned down, placing his hand on the arms of the chair, he kept her pinned there. "But I bet you don't want me do you?" He growled. Wanda was shaking, "Please just let me go…please." Still standing over her, he lowered his voice, "Sure, I'll let you go. Right after you make me cum. You see Wanda baby…we are all alone here. Everyone's gone, the place is locked up tight. The reason no one wanted you tonight baby is that I put the word out. Wanda will be doing me tonight so back off. You see Wanda, I may not be the prettiest man, but I do have some power in this town. I own more than half of it, so when Walter Davis wants something, he gets it. Tonight I want you and I plan to have you…. NOW!" He shouted the last word at her. With that, he yanked her top down and pinned her arms to her sides. He dropped to his knees in front of her and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked greedily on it, like a baby pig sucking from its mama. Wanda whimpered but didn't move. She was afraid to, she thought if she moved he might hit her and mess up her face. The big man sucked at her tits moving from one to the other. He licked them and sucked on them, every once in a while he would bite them, but no too hard. Wanda tried to think of something else but she couldn't. As much as she hated to admit it, his mouth on her tits felt good. He stopped after a while and leaned back, "You got great tits Wanda, I knew you would. What did you think baby, did you like the way old Walter sucked them for you?" When she didn't answer, he grabbed her by the throat and growled out, "Well…did you like it?" "Yes" she said through clenched teeth. She felt she better agree to keep him from hurting her. "That's good, now I'm gonna get little Wally out and you are going to suck him. No biting now, or I'll bite off something of yours." With that he pinched her nipple to make his point. He opened his pants and his dick sprung out. It was huge, at least ten inches and thick too. Under normal circumstances Wandas mouth would be watering at the sight of it. But she was afraid of this man. He stood up and his dick was in front of her. He pushed it against her lips and they parted, he pushed into her mouth. Wanda began to give him her usual blowjob. He was pleased with her, she could tell. As big as his dick was, it wasn't completely hard. She could feel it growing as she sucked on it. Walter was enjoying his blowjob, this bitch had a great mouth on her, she really knew what she was doing. He groaned and began to pump his big black dick in and out of her mouth. He held her head and told her, "I hope you know how to deep throat because I'm going to fuck your mouth good." Before he did that he pulled out of her mouth and hit her cheek with his dick. He like to do that, it made him feel in control. He gave her a couple more whacks and grinned as she winced everytime his hard dick smacked her face. He couldn't wait any longer, he pushed into her mouth, forcing his way down her throat. He was amazed when she didn't even gag; she must be used to big dicks being shoved down her throat. He didn't care; all he cared about was how good it felt. He pulled it out and shoved it in again and again. He had to be careful or he'd come in her mouth. That wouldn't do, he had to fuck that pussy before he lost his hard on. He decided to stop and have a look at her pussy, he didn't know how long he could last yet and there was no way she was leaving here without his cock being rammed into her. He yanked her out of the chair and in one smooth move pulled her skirt up over her hips. "Oh now that's pretty, yes baby that's a mighty pretty pussy you got there. Now hop up there on my desk and spread those long legs for me." Wanda sat on the desk but she didn't spread her legs. Walter growled, "I believe I said spread your legs bitch". When she didn't move, he pinched her nipples hard. So hard that she yelped. "Now spread those legs and show me that pretty pussy." Wanda spread her legs, giving him a view of her pussy. Walter leaned down and used his fingers to separate her pussy lips, "baby that looks so inviting" and without warning he pushed his rock hard cock into her. She gasp and tried to back away, he was so big and she didn't think she could take him. The fear he saw on her face turned him on even more and he grabbed her hips and held her there. She was nice and tight, he was surprised, he thought with all the men he's seen her leave his club with, that she'd be loose. But maybe he was just so much bigger than the rest that to him she was tight. He didn't care, all he could think about now was how good it felt to be inside her. He pulled out till just the head remained inside her and pushed himself all the way back in again. He fucked her hard and fast. He talked to her while he fucked her. "You like that don't you baby? You like little Wally all up inside you don't you?" He grunted and groaned. "How's that, you like that baby?" he ask as he forced himself into her again and again. "You have the best pussy I ever fucked. You should sell this pussy, you'd make millions." Wanda wanted to scream out but was to shocked, not by what was happening, she'd accepted that, but by the fact that she was liking it. She didn't want to like this, he was raping her. But she couldn't help it, the feel of his big dick going in and out of her pussy felt so good to her. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of her. She thought he was going to do what most of her men did, pull out and cum on her belly or back. But instead he pulled her off the desk, spun her around and pushed her over so that she was half lying on the desk with her ass in the air. He used his food to spread her legs apart. Walter looked at the sight before him. This gorgeous thing, long legs spread, ass just asking to be fucked, her tits smashed on the desk…it was such a turn on seeing her like that with her pussy glistening with wetness. He couldn't wait any longer, he rammed his cock into her again and began thrusting and pumping in and out of her fast and furious. Wanda couldn't hold it in any longer, she had to let it out, she moaned with each hard thrust of his dick into her. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this but she couldn't help it. It just felt so good, she knew from instinct the she would come in this position so she might as well just go with it. He heard her moan but at first wasn't sure whether it was pleasure or pain making her moan. He was getting close to cumming and he wanted to prolong this but the combination of her tight pussy, her moaning and hearing his balls slapping against her ass was becoming too much for him to bear. He didn't know how long he could hold on. "Oh baby you are so tight. I could come in you right now but I want to fuck you some more." She couldn't help herself, she had let the sex take over and now she was enjoying this big ugly man fucking her. "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck that pussy baby. Make me cum." She was talking to him and egging him on. She felt herself starting to cum. "Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhh….yeah yeah yeah fuck my pussy….yes yes yes." She was cumming and cumming hard, "ahhhhhh…ahhh…ahhh…ahh…oh yesssssssssssss" she screamed. Walter was going mad, he was fucking this cunt and she was liking it so much she was cumming for him and getting into it. He wondered how she'd feel if he fucked her in the ass. He wanted to do it but was reluctant to withdraw from her pussy. He'd just fuck her a little while longer. Her orgasm was one of the best she ever had, she wanted more. "You're good baby, fuck me hard, yeah that's it. Keep on giving it to me…" Walter was so caught up in the pleasure he was experiencing that he almost started to cum. He pulled out of her and used an old trick his father told him about years ago. He pinched his cock right under the head that always helped him to stop his orgasm. "Don't stop now, keep fucking me…please…" Wanda couldn't believe she was begging this man for more but she was. She wanted more of that big dick. "Don't you worry baby, old Walter ain't done with you yet." He pushed a finger into her dripping pussy and then used his lubed up finger to get her ass ready for him. She was moaning and wiggling around, he figured she must like taking it up the ass. He shoved his dick back into her pussy a couple times to get it all slicked up then he pulled out and without warning, spread her ass cheeks and pushed into her asshole. "Oh shit baby, oh yeah…" He pushed in almost the whole way and pulled it out and began to pump it in and out of her ass. "Oh yeah that's good, great pussy, great ass…" Wanda let out a squeal when she felt his dick boring into her ass. She wasn't expecting that, but she'd taken it up the ass before so after the initial shock. It was good. She reached down, found her clit, she began rubbing it, and pretty soon she was cumming a second time. "Ohhhhhhhhhh…ohhhhhh…ohhhhhhh….." Walter couldn't hold it off any longer, he gave her a final thrust and pulled out of her ass. He knew she was in the middle of her second orgasm so he pushed back into her pussy and helped her along. When she was done he pulled out, slid his big black dick between her asscheeks, and shot his load onto her back. He backed up and sat down in the chair she had been sitting in. His dick was limp now and just lying in his lap. He didn't have the strength to even put it back in his pants. Wanda got up and pulled her skirt down, pulled up her top and turned around to face the man that had just fucked her so good. He was sprawled in the chair, his dick hanging out of his pants. She just realized he hadn't even pulled down his pants, just pulled it out of the zipper. No man had ever treated her with such disrespect as this man did. But she could hardly complain, because no man had ever fucked her quite so well either. Before she left, she turned to him, "I guess I don't have to leave my number, I'm sure you have it already. Call me sometime. You may be an ugly mean son of a bitch but you fuck like nobodies business." She started to walk out but stopped and bent over him and picked up his dick and kissed the head. "Now you are a beautiful dick." With that she walked out of the office. Against Her Will Wanda stepped out of the shower and began to mentally pick out her outfit for the evening while toweling herself dry. She was looking forward to her weekly night out with the girls, mostly because it was her night to get laid. After working all week for the advertising agency, Wanda needed her Friday nights out with her friends. They got together every Friday night to go to one of the many clubs in town. They drank and gossiped and danced till they couldn't go anymore and if they were lucky, they would meet a man that would provide them an outlet for all the pent up stress of a week of working long hours. Wanda smiled to herself, she didn't need luck, she had what the men wanted. She was young, only 22, fresh out of college and working for one of the biggest advertising agency on the West Coast. She never had any trouble getting a date, she was what she liked to call the total package. Wanda stood in front of the full-length mirror and studied her body. She had a pretty face, big round eyes with long, thick lashes, high cheekbones, a pert little nose and her full lips were the kind men liked to see wrapped around their dicks. Her brown skin was smooth and silky, not dark and ashy the way some black women's skin got. She especially liked how it contrasted against the light skin of white men when she took them to her bed. Her hair was long and straight. It may be a weave, but it was the only thing about her that was fake, and as long as it didn't come out when some man tugged on it while she sucked his dick…it was all good. Her neck was long and her shoulders nice and rounded, not bony like some skinny women. She had a small waist that caved inward and provided a nice contrast to her rounded hips and ample breasts. Ah, her breasts…Wanda cupped her breasts as she stood there admiring herself. She has good tits, everyone said so. They were large and round, yet they didn't sag, they were nice and firm and the only reason she even wore a bra to work was to control the jiggling. Her nipples were big, almost the size of a dime and surrounded by large dark areolas. When she was turned on her nipples turned into little rocks. She pinched them as she looked into the mirror. She was becoming aroused, but she continued her appraisal of her body. She turned and gave herself a side view of her ass, it was nice and round and high. She loved her ass. She turned again and looked at her legs, they were long and slim. At 5'10, Wanda knew her legs drew just as much attention as her tits and ass. She placed her foot on the edge of her bed and ran her hand along her thigh until she reached what she liked to call home base…her pussy. One man had told her she had the perfect pussy. She touched the folds of skin and shivered, she was becoming more aroused by the minuet. She noted how the hair where her legs met was neatly trimmed. She didn't want to be shaved, but she liked to keep it neat. She ran her fingers between her pussy lips, they were nice and pink and fleshy. She separated them and found her clit. She was lucky, her clit seemed to be bigger than average. It stood out almost like a little dick when aroused as she was now. Wanda rolled her clit with her fingers and moaned. She lay down on bed and rubbed herself till she thought she would scream. Without even realizing it, she stuck two fingers in her hole and began to pump them in and out. It felt so good, she added a third finger and really gave herself a good finger fucking. She felt the orgasm building and used her free hand to rub her clit. That was all she needed, she let out a low moan as she came. Afterward she lay there till she had her breathing under control then got up to get dressed. She could make herself cum but it wasn't the same as having a man do it to her. She smiled as went to her closet because she knew she would be with a man tonight. She decided on her red outfit. She started with her red sheer, thigh high nylons, she was reaching into her panty drawer when she stopped. She wouldn't wear panties, they would just get torn later anyway. Next she pulled on her red leather skirt, it was short and showed off her legs to perfection. For a top, she chose a red silk peasant style shirt that left her midriff bare. It had elastic at the bottom and the top. She wouldn't be wearing a bra tonight, she wanted to wear the top off her shoulders. Finally she stepped into a pair of three-inch red spike heels. She checked herself in the mirror. She liked what she seen. Checking her watch, she grabbed her keys and headed for the club to meet her friends. Wanda met her friends and they had a great night of dancing, drinking and just letting off some steam. One of the guys she danced with asked her to come out to his car for a while. She went thinking she would get a little action. Once at the car, the guy demanded a blowjob. Normally she'd have kicked him in the balls and told him no one demands anything from Wanda Jackson. But tonight she was in the mood for some action and sucking dick in a public parking lot sounded exciting. Wanda sat on the passenger seat and the guy got his dick out. She wasn't impressed, it was only about five inches and it was already hard. Wanda liked the big ones, just looking at a big black dick could get her pussy dripping wet. Nevertheless, she took the little white dick into her mouth and began giving him a mind-blowing blowjob. She started by just taking the head into her mouth and working her tongue over and around it. The guy moaned and started to push more of himself into her mouth. Wanda had no trouble taking all of him, she was a pro at deepthroating much bigger dicks than this one. She let him face fuck her for a while, she was bored. She wanted some real dick, not this little white boys pencil stub. She decided to speed him along and began squeezing his balls and moaning like she was about to come. Wanda knew that men liked that, it made them think they were doing good and most always made them come quicker than if she just kept quiet. Just as she thought it would…it worked. The guy started to grunt and told her he wanted her to swallow it. He pushed into her mouth one last time and let out a loud grunt as she felt his cum shoot down her throat. He pulled out of her mouth and tucked his now limp dick back into his pants. The man helped her out of the car and said, "You are one great cocksucker baby, thanks." Wanda took a tissue from the pack on his dashboard and wiped her mouth. "Well, thank you for the compliment honey, you just think about me sucking on you the next time you jerk off." With that she sauntered back into the club. When Wanda returned to the table and the girls ask where she was, "I was outside sucking a tiny little white dick. Now I got to find me a big black one, all that did was make me even more horny than I was before." Her friends all echoed her statement. They drank and danced some more and by the time the placed closed at 2 am, all her friends had gone. They picked up a man and took them home to bang their stress away. But Wanda hadn't been so lucky. She didn't understand it, she always had to turn down men, tonight after the blowjob in the parking lot, no one seemed to want her. She got up to leave and two big men approached her, "I'm sorry ma'am, we have to ask you to come with us." Wanda ask why, they said, "The owner of this establishment wants to see you, and if you're smart, you'll come along quietly." Wanda was nervous, she didn't know what was going on and she hated not being in control of a situation. The men escorted her into the office marked private, they told her to wait there and Mr. Davis would be with her shortly. She was really nervous now, what had she done? Why did this Mr. Davis want to see her? Maybe he found out she was giving a blowjob in the lot outside and thought she was a hooker. She'd just have to explain to him that she was no hooker, just a horny woman looking for satisfaction. Ten minutes past and Wanda was getting more nervous, then the door to the office opened. She looked up and seen him, he was huge. She stood up and he walked over and held out his hand, "I'm Walter Davis, I own this place. Sorry you had to wait, I had to lock up." "What do you want? I don't know you do I?" she said, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. At 5'10 and the extra 3 inches her heels gave her, she was no little woman and the man standing before her was at least four inches taller than she was. "No I doubt you would know me Miss Jackson. Yes, I know your name. I make it a habit to check out anyone that comes to my club that draws the amount of attention you do. I'm sure you never even noticed me, I'm not your usual type." Wanda looked at him and thought "no you're not, I like tall dark and handsome." Walter Davis was tall but that was where it ended. He was big man, with a beer belly and damn, all she could think about was how ugly he was. He had a pockmarked face and a scar on one cheek, his nose was wide and big and he had a shiney gold tooth right up front where you couldn't miss it. "Look, just tell me what you want and I'll be on my way." She told him. Walter told her to sit down, his voice had changed, he was no longer sounding polite and pleasant. Now he sounded angry but Wanda had no idea why. "I bet you are wondering why none of the men you threw yourself at wanted to take you home aren't you? You are probably wondering why none of them wanted to take you home and fuck your brains out. I mean look at you, you're sexy as hell, a gay man would probably give up men for a night with you. But I bet you never even considered taking someone like me to your bed did you?" Wanda didn't like the tone he was using, it sounded angry and menacing. She was beyond nervous now, she was scared. "Please, Mr. Davis, I don't even know you. What do you want?" "I want you Wanda Jackson, I want to shove my big black dick into your pussy and hear you scream. That's what I want." Walter walked to her chair and leaned down, placing his hand on the arms of the chair, he kept her pinned there. "But I bet you don't want me do you?" He growled. Wanda was shaking, "Please just let me go…please." Still standing over her, he lowered his voice, "Sure, I'll let you go. Right after you make me cum. You see Wanda baby…we are all alone here. Everyone's gone, the place is locked up tight. The reason no one wanted you tonight baby is that I put the word out. Wanda will be doing me tonight so back off. You see Wanda, I may not be the prettiest man, but I do have some power in this town. I own more than half of it, so when Walter Davis wants something, he gets it. Tonight I want you and I plan to have you…. NOW!" He shouted the last word at her. With that, he yanked her top down and pinned her arms to her sides. He dropped to his knees in front of her and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked greedily on it, like a baby pig sucking from its mama. Wanda whimpered but didn't move. She was afraid to, she thought if she moved he might hit her and mess up her face. The big man sucked at her tits moving from one to the other. He licked them and sucked on them, every once in a while he would bite them, but no too hard. Wanda tried to think of something else but she couldn't. As much as she hated to admit it, his mouth on her tits felt good. He stopped after a while and leaned back, "You got great tits Wanda, I knew you would. What did you think baby, did you like the way old Walter sucked them for you?" When she didn't answer, he grabbed her by the throat and growled out, "Well…did you like it?" "Yes" she said through clenched teeth. She felt she better agree to keep him from hurting her. "That's good, now I'm gonna get little Wally out and you are going to suck him. No biting now, or I'll bite off something of yours." With that he pinched her nipple to make his point. He opened his pants and his dick sprung out. It was huge, at least ten inches and thick too. Under normal circumstances Wandas mouth would be watering at the sight of it. But she was afraid of this man. He stood up and his dick was in front of her. He pushed it against her lips and they parted, he pushed into her mouth. Wanda began to give him her usual blowjob. He was pleased with her, she could tell. As big as his dick was, it wasn't completely hard. She could feel it growing as she sucked on it. Walter was enjoying his blowjob, this bitch had a great mouth on her, she really knew what she was doing. He groaned and began to pump his big black dick in and out of her mouth. He held her head and told her, "I hope you know how to deep throat because I'm going to fuck your mouth good." Before he did that he pulled out of her mouth and hit her cheek with his dick. He like to do that, it made him feel in control. He gave her a couple more whacks and grinned as she winced everytime his hard dick smacked her face. He couldn't wait any longer, he pushed into her mouth, forcing his way down her throat. He was amazed when she didn't even gag; she must be used to big dicks being shoved down her throat. He didn't care; all he cared about was how good it felt. He pulled it out and shoved it in again and again. He had to be careful or he'd come in her mouth. That wouldn't do, he had to fuck that pussy before he lost his hard on. He decided to stop and have a look at her pussy, he didn't know how long he could last yet and there was no way she was leaving here without his cock being rammed into her. He yanked her out of the chair and in one smooth move pulled her skirt up over her hips. "Oh now that's pretty, yes baby that's a mighty pretty pussy you got there. Now hop up there on my desk and spread those long legs for me." Wanda sat on the desk but she didn't spread her legs. Walter growled, "I believe I said spread your legs bitch". When she didn't move, he pinched her nipples hard. So hard that she yelped. "Now spread those legs and show me that pretty pussy." Wanda spread her legs, giving him a view of her pussy. Walter leaned down and used his fingers to separate her pussy lips, "baby that looks so inviting" and without warning he pushed his rock hard cock into her. She gasp and tried to back away, he was so big and she didn't think she could take him. The fear he saw on her face turned him on even more and he grabbed her hips and held her there. She was nice and tight, he was surprised, he thought with all the men he's seen her leave his club with, that she'd be loose. But maybe he was just so much bigger than the rest that to him she was tight. He didn't care, all he could think about now was how good it felt to be inside her. He pulled out till just the head remained inside her and pushed himself all the way back in again. He fucked her hard and fast. He talked to her while he fucked her. "You like that don't you baby? You like little Wally all up inside you don't you?" He grunted and groaned. "How's that, you like that baby?" he ask as he forced himself into her again and again. "You have the best pussy I ever fucked. You should sell this pussy, you'd make millions." Wanda wanted to scream out but was to shocked, not by what was happening, she'd accepted that, but by the fact that she was liking it. She didn't want to like this, he was raping her. But she couldn't help it, the feel of his big dick going in and out of her pussy felt so good to her. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of her. She thought he was going to do what most of her men did, pull out and cum on her belly or back. But instead he pulled her off the desk, spun her around and pushed her over so that she was half lying on the desk with her ass in the air. He used his food to spread her legs apart. Walter looked at the sight before him. This gorgeous thing, long legs spread, ass just asking to be fucked, her tits smashed on the desk…it was such a turn on seeing her like that with her pussy glistening with wetness. He couldn't wait any longer, he rammed his cock into her again and began thrusting and pumping in and out of her fast and furious. Wanda couldn't hold it in any longer, she had to let it out, she moaned with each hard thrust of his dick into her. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this but she couldn't help it. It just felt so good, she knew from instinct the she would come in this position so she might as well just go with it. He heard her moan but at first wasn't sure whether it was pleasure or pain making her moan. He was getting close to cumming and he wanted to prolong this but the combination of her tight pussy, her moaning and hearing his balls slapping against her ass was becoming too much for him to bear. He didn't know how long he could hold on. "Oh baby you are so tight. I could come in you right now but I want to fuck you some more." She couldn't help herself, she had let the sex take over and now she was enjoying this big ugly man fucking her. "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck that pussy baby. Make me cum." She was talking to him and egging him on. She felt herself starting to cum. "Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhh….yeah yeah yeah fuck my pussy….yes yes yes." She was cumming and cumming hard, "ahhhhhh…ahhh…ahhh…ahh…oh yesssssssssssss" she screamed. Walter was going mad, he was fucking this cunt and she was liking it so much she was cumming for him and getting into it. He wondered how she'd feel if he fucked her in the ass. He wanted to do it but was reluctant to withdraw from her pussy. He'd just fuck her a little while longer. Her orgasm was one of the best she ever had, she wanted more. "You're good baby, fuck me hard, yeah that's it. Keep on giving it to me…" Walter was so caught up in the pleasure he was experiencing that he almost started to cum. He pulled out of her and used an old trick his father told him about years ago. He pinched his cock right under the head that always helped him to stop his orgasm. "Don't stop now, keep fucking me…please…" Wanda couldn't believe she was begging this man for more but she was. She wanted more of that big dick. "Don't you worry baby, old Walter ain't done with you yet." He pushed a finger into her dripping pussy and then used his lubed up finger to get her ass ready for him. She was moaning and wiggling around, he figured she must like taking it up the ass. He shoved his dick back into her pussy a couple times to get it all slicked up then he pulled out and without warning, spread her ass cheeks and pushed into her asshole. "Oh shit baby, oh yeah…" He pushed in almost the whole way and pulled it out and began to pump it in and out of her ass. "Oh yeah that's good, great pussy, great ass…" Wanda let out a squeal when she felt his dick boring into her ass. She wasn't expecting that, but she'd taken it up the ass before so after the initial shock. It was good. She reached down, found her clit, she began rubbing it, and pretty soon she was cumming a second time. "Ohhhhhhhhhh…ohhhhhh…ohhhhhhh….." Walter couldn't hold it off any longer, he gave her a final thrust and pulled out of her ass. He knew she was in the middle of her second orgasm so he pushed back into her pussy and helped her along. When she was done he pulled out, slid his big black dick between her asscheeks, and shot his load onto her back. He backed up and sat down in the chair she had been sitting in. His dick was limp now and just lying in his lap. He didn't have the strength to even put it back in his pants. Wanda got up and pulled her skirt down, pulled up her top and turned around to face the man that had just fucked her so good. He was sprawled in the chair, his dick hanging out of his pants. She just realized he hadn't even pulled down his pants, just pulled it out of the zipper. No man had ever treated her with such disrespect as this man did. But she could hardly complain, because no man had ever fucked her quite so well either. Before she left, she turned to him, "I guess I don't have to leave my number, I'm sure you have it already. Call me sometime. You may be an ugly mean son of a bitch but you fuck like nobodies business." She started to walk out but stopped and bent over him and picked up his dick and kissed the head. "Now you are a beautiful dick." With that she walked out of the office. Against Her Will She just got off a frustrating eleven hour shift of putting up with the bullshit of managing someone else's business and all that it entails; employee conflict, client dissatisfaction, broken equipment, and financial responsibilities. " I need to go to the gym and work this off or I am going straight to my favorite watering hole to drink off the stress," she thought to herself. Favorite watering hole sounded more enticing, but she chose the gym reluctantly. Two years before she had gotten out of a very horrible, long-term relationship. Not only did it leave her probably incapable of having another "real" relationship, it also left her quite fat. She didn't realize that in her unhappiness, she was letting herself go. She had been working on this and was very close to her goal weight, but still needed a lot of toning. After a great, stress relieving weight lifting session she was sweaty and ready to go home and crack open a beer to finalize the relaxation. She decided to shower at home later. She grabbed her bag out of her locker and headed out the door to her truck dressed in her shorts, tank top, and a sports bra. Her thong just made it more uncomfortable to work out. It had just gotten dark and it was nice out and cooler finally. She got into her truck and drove the few blocks to her house, cranking the tunes all the way. Music was one of her forms of 'therapy'. She turned onto her street and backed into her driveway just the way she did everyday. She dialed down the volume so it wouldn't scare the shit out of her in the morning, turned off the truck and got out. She had more than an armload of stuff to carry in. A workbag, her work clothes, her gym bag and purse. She got out of the truck trying to juggle it all and make her way to the house fumbling for her house key. "NNNNUUUUGGGGHHHH," she involuntarily let out as she felt the intense pain her mid back and fell to the grass of her front yard face first. It was surreal she thought as she felt it all happen in slow motion, her face hit the bristly grass as a large person straddle her from behind on her lawn and heard a sound she faintly recognized. It was the sound of duct tape ripping off the roll. As she became semi aware of what was happening, a stream of urine escaped her and soaked her shorts and her lawn. "This can not be happening to me," she thought, helpless and in distress. Her mind started to race trying to find it in herself to fight back but she couldn't, everything was happening faster than her mind could process. She was no match for whatever monster had accosted her. She felt the tape being placed over her mouth despite her feeble attempt to control her own body and fight back. She knew if this went any further she was doomed. She had to try to gain control or she could end up very hurt, or worse. Just as she started to regain some feeling to her extremities, it hit her again! The two bites on her mid back struck again. "NO," she thought as she realized it was a stun gun paralyzing her. The electricity ripped through her body like a freight train as another stream of urine escaped her and slobber dripped down her face just before the world went dark. +++++++++ She came around to consciousness and felt her self very bound. Tape over her mouth and over her eyes; her fingers were touching her ankles. Hands bound together, feet bound together, hands and feet bound together. She was hogtied! She could hear the purr of a motor and the stereo playing as she was lying on her left side with not much room to move. "I am in a car," she thought. She listened intently for clues as to her whereabouts, but there were none. The driver was silent. She dare not move. She was beyond scared. She could picture the headlines tomorrow, 'Local Mom Goes Missing'. She was a girl with fight, but the fight was buried deep in the terror of this. +++++++++++++++ After what seemed like forever, she felt the vehicle come to a stop. She tried so hard to listen to everything to try to figure out what was going on. Where was she? Who was kidnapping her? Why in the hell did they do this to her? Her thoughts were quashed as she heard the door close to her head being opened and felt hands on her body. She froze with fear. Suddenly she felt a finger invade her pussy. Immediately she felt like throwing up. No one was allowed to touch her there but 'him'. The thought of another man touching her there repulsed her. This was on another level of grossness however. Her captor removed his finger and grabbed her under the arms to take her out of the backseat and carry her off to her demise, she imagined. He threw her over his shoulder in a fireman carry. She was helpless, hog tied and very, very terrified. His strong hands balanced her effortlessly on his shoulder. He never broke his stride. Suddenly he stopped walking and she felt his hand on her back, forcing her off his shoulder as gravity took over and she lay on the grass again. She pulled her knees up as far as she so could try to assume the fetal position. It made her feel safe. She was sure this was the end. Her life flashed before her eyes. Her favorite fuck, her kids, her parents, her pets, and every memory she ever had, everything she loved. She felt this beast get on top of her and cut off the tape binding her hands and feet before he cut off all her clothing. She lay there trembling and naked, still with tape over her mouth and eyes. He picked her sobbing body up and stood her upright against something very rough. She felt something digging into her back as he put her hands behind her and wrapped them around something round before securing them with rope. "It is a tree!" she thought. " This crazy bastard has me bound around a tree!" Her ankles were jerked out form under her one by one as she felt her capture slip what felt like a rope around them and pull them far apart, securing them to the point she could not move them. A rope was placed tightly around her mid section and one around her neck, totally immobilizing her against the tree. Then it got silent as she heard him walk away. "Maybe I will be ok," she rationalized, "Maybe I will get lucky and get out of this just fine." She prayed. Her hope soon faded as she heard the sound of a motor coming towards her. She cringed. It sounded really close. She braced herself for what she was sure to it. She waited for the vehicle to obliterate her as she was helplessly bound. Just as she thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest she heard the vehicle stop, shift gears and turn off. She felt very close to passing out again as a wave of relief washed over her. She heard someone walking towards her again. Before she knew it she felt the fingers invade her pussy again and wiggle around forcefully deep in her. Another flash of nausea came to her, but she could also feel herself getting wet from the attention her box was receiving. She immediately felt very ashamed of herself. "What the hell is wrong with me?" She thought to herself as her as her traitor of a pussy betrayed her and became wetter. RIP! The tape was ripped from her mouth. "OOOOWWWW," she screamed, as she was sure part of her lips was torn off. Quickly the finger slid out of her and a ball was placed in her mouth filling it up and a strap was fastened behind her head. She tried unsuccessfully to protest, pulling at her binds. RIP! The tape was ripped from her eyes. "NNNNNNUUUUGGG," came out of her inaudibly through the ball gag. Out of reflex she opened her eyes only to be blinded by very bright lights. She could see nothing of her surroundings. Suddenly her subjugator disappeared. She was petrified. She heard what sounded like someone turning on a garden hose seconds before she felt the cold wetness between her legs. Adrenaline flooded her as what felt like thousands of tiny water streams pulsated against her clit, ass, and spread open fuck hole. Once her body acclimated itself the coldness, she started to enjoy the feeling of the jets hitting her. Once again her body was revealing its treacherous nature. Suddenly her kidnapper entered her line of vision. He was a big man dressed in jeans, boots, a black leather jacket and a ski mask. She had always been very afraid of ski masks for some reason. The sight of him scared the shit out of her. He exited her vision as quickly as he had appeared right before she felt the very painful bite to her stomach. CRACK! A whip of some kind was being used on her. "OOOOHHH," she cried out through her gag. CRACK! The whip slapped across both nipples at once. As much as it hurt, she couldn't help but be turned on. The pain of the whip and the pleasure of the water streams massaging her were making her almost forget she was in the hands of a total stranger that was probably going to kill her when her was done torturing her. She tried to fight the feeling of pleasure. She was starting to feel like a slut and almost like she was cheating in a strange way. "Please stop," she tried to say but it came out sounding more like" Pppppssss ooooopp." Crack! Was his response as her inner thigh was lit on fire by the whip. Several more cracks of the whip followed in quick succession striking her everywhere except where the water was hitting her. Every so often the bastard doing this to her would enter her sight momentarily as he skillfully maneuvered the whip, furiously covering her body with welts. She could no longer deny what her body was feeling and started to cry as she let go and enjoyed the pain of the whip and looked forward to the ecstasy the water was sure to bring on soon. She apologized to her man in her head for enjoying someone else doing this her as she felt herself getting close to squirting. She tried to grind her pussy to the water but was barely able to move. Suddenly her hostage taker gave her the money shot her body needed. CRACK! To her clit. CRACK! To her gaping fuck hole. The water splashed up onto the rest of her body as the whip broke the streams. Her body became rigid and the whipping came fast and furious on her sex. She sobbed uncontrollably as she was forced off the cliff and came brutally. Her body shook violently with each wave of euphoria. She had never experienced such forceful, repeated orgasms. The whipping stopped but the orgasms did not. The feeling of the water hitting her as she came kept her cumming over and over. She wished it would stop on one hand, yet she had been taken to a place she had never been before and was relishing in it. Suddenly she felt herself coming down and her body leave the pleasure place it had enjoyed so much. Reality smacked her in the face as she was brought back to fact that this dickhead was probably done with her and going to dispose of her now that he got his thrills. The water she had enjoyed so much now seemed very painful on her sensitive pussy. It was almost like ancient Chinese water torture. The water stopped and her pussy dried up instantly. She felt the ropes securing her neck, midsection, and arms fall to the ground. She would have run if her legs weren't still bound. The gag was taken out of her mouth, but she was too scared to scream. She was paralyzed with fear. "This is it. This is how I am going to meet my maker," she thought to herself as she prepared for the worst. The figure appeared from nowhere in front of her and kicked at the rope that was attached to a stake in the ground holding her right foot tightly, freeing it. Powerfully he pushed her to the ground so she was on her knees, her left foot still roped and staked to the ground. He moved in close and unzipped his jeans quickly pulling out his rock hard member and rammed it without delay in her mouth and down her throat. She choked and gagged uncontrollably as he grabbed her long hair and face fucked her sadistically. Her scalp was stinging and she was gasping for breath as her face was forced repeatedly to take his ginormous cock deep in her throat void of any mercy. She wanted to relax so it would hurt so badly but she could not. Tears streamed down her face and fell over her breasts as she was put through this tremendous humiliation. She felt the unknown cock start to throb, as she tasted the saltiness of his cum being shot in her mouth. He rammed it down her throat as far as he could and pinched her nose shut forcing her to swallow his wad. She felt so violated and dirty she couldn't stand herself. He removed himself from her mouth and she heard him walk away. She was free except for the one leg that was still staked. This man was crazed and she knew she didn't dare try to get away. Besides she still could not see very far with the blinding lights shining on her. She felt something hit her and realized it was a blanket. Apparently her captor wanted her to sleep like this. She was exhausted, humiliated, scared, and actually thankful for the consideration of the blanket. She was one broken woman. She curled up with the blanket and fell fast asleep on the ground hoping that if she was good and did what he wanted, her life might be spared. +++++++ She woke to the sounds of birds chirping and slowly opened her eyes to see the sun starting to come up. "Where am I?" She wondered as the memories of her kidnapping came flooding to her. Tears welled up in her eyes and the fear returned to her. She groggily tried to focus her eyes to get a clue about where she was. "Shit that is my house! I am in my own backyard!" she said aloud as she spied her familiar surroundings. "That is my truck parked in front of me." As she remembered the bright lights blinding her the night before. She rolled over to see her garden hose and sprinkler lying at the base of her tree. "The water!" she exclaimed. Suddenly she looked to the right of her truck and spied HIM sitting in a lawn chair next to a sleeping bag smoking a cigarette looking very satisfied with himself. IT WAS HER FAVORITE FUCK! He was her captor? Why would her put her through this? Why did her want to hurt her like this? He put his smoke out and came to her side and stroked her hair. "You ok?" he asked in a low voice. "It was YOU?" she asked still a little confused. She wanted to be pissed but he looked so hot and seemed lovingly concerned. "Yeah, I knew you had always had a kidnapping fantasy and I wanted to be the one to make it come true for you. And I have to admit I was getting pretty turned on planning it, but when it actually went down, I was beside myself. The fear on your face and the way you were trying for so long not to enjoy it really, really turned me on." He admitted. "I know I should be mad at you for this. I went through hell last night, but I just can't. My sick mind thinks it is very sweet that you went to all of this trouble for me. Kiss me stupid." She said as he laid his big strong chest across hers to kiss her deep and long. Their hands explored each other as the sun rose above them until they were panting and wanting very much to feel each other intimately as an expression of their shared twisted tendencies. They gave themselves to each other in a beautiful way under that sunrise. Focusing on nothing other than making each other feel good. Their bodies and souls connecting as they were in perfect rhythm together reaching climax simultaneously and the rest of the world disappeared in the distance. Against Her Will Ralph loved this time of day; all of his employee's were gone for the day leaving the office to him. It was time to see what naughtiness his girls got into today. He always told himself it was for office security he did this but actually, he just loved to spy, to find out things his employees didn't want him to know. He locked his office door, then went to his desk and unlocked the drawer that hid his second computer. He let the computer scan his fingerprint and then typed in his twelve-digit password. Ah, finally he was ready for action. First to the lipstick cam he installed in the ladies bathroom, it looked just like a fire sprinkler head so no one would notice it. This is so boring; women peeing, women pooping, same old thing every day, why don't these broads play with themselves occasionally. Well here's something Julie's on her period, I had better jot the date down it's always nice to know when they're on the rag. Ralph saved then closed the file, and then he went to his e-mail interceptor. With this software, every e-mail that was sent or received by the company computer system a copy was automatically copied to his computer. As he looked through, he casually saved or deleted e-mails and then stopped as one caught his eye. The entire note was in a foreign language, the only thing he recognized was the sender's name Alona. Now where was she from? Oh yeah, I remember Iran she called herself Persian. Ralph now was glad he had invested in that interpreter soft ware. He copied Alona's mail and hit go, as he waited he wondered what his new hire was doing sending private e-mails on company time and on the company computer. He heard the tone and looked at the screen to see the translated message. "Dearest sister Marlee, I am writing this at work, I hope my mean boss doesn't see it. He is so snoopy, he spies on all of us all day long, and that is why I am writing you in our native tongue. Even if the ugly bastard sees this, he won't be able to read it. I am trying so hard to get you smuggled into this country, the man who got Amak and I here raised his price, he now wants sixty thousand US dollars just for you. I saved fifty thousand and we are trying everything we can to get the rest before he raises his price again. Be sure and delete this message before anyone else sees it for you know the trouble our whole family will be in if the wrong people find out what we are doing. We will see you soon Love, Alona." This was great; this was what Ralph had been looking for since he had installed all of the security equipment. He knew he had this woman right where he wanted, she would do anything he asked not to be turned over to immigration. He had heard what some of these countries do to people who have sneaked out of their country only to be sent back. He sat back and wondered how Alona would look with the heavy skirt she wore up around her waist and her bare ass exposed as he laid her across his desk. He was sure he would soon find out and he would find out many more things too. Ralph was never a ladies' man, he was no smooth operator and after being shunned by all the women has had pursued he began to hate all women. He slowly began to enjoy seeing women being afraid and begging for their life. He began picking up streetwalkers, at first he would pay them extra to let him abuse them, then as he got bolder he would abuse them if they liked it or not. When he first found out he got herpes from some whore it had scared him but when he learned he could spread it to women he began to enjoy having it, he wanted to infect every woman in the world. The next day he called Alona into his office, "I need you to work overtime this weekend, come to my office at the end of your shift and I will show you what you will have to do. Of course, you will be paid time and a half for all of your work." He saw the smile on her face, when he mentioned extra money and she thanked him profusely. Ralph thought to himself that's the last smile you going to have young lady maybe ever. When she came back at the end of her shift, Ralph just handed her a copy of her e-mail. The look of horror in her face as she recognized the translated copy excited Ralph and he felt it in his loins. "I feel it is my duty to give this to the immigration department." Alona began sobbing; she got down on her knees and begged "Please Mr. Fuller don't do this, if they send us back our whole family will go to prison and my husband will be tortured and mutilated, we will never see each other again. Please, please I will do anything..." Ralph slapped her, it felt so good, and he could feel his erection grow harder as she looked at him in horror. "Let's just see if you'll do anything." "Yes anything, just tell me what you want." "Pull up your skirt, I want to look." Alona could feel her face redden but with resolve, she did as told. Ralph looked at her 'old world' underwear in disbelief all frayed at the edges and patched. "Never wear those in this building again. Ok pull them down, in fact take them off." Alona trembled, "But sir, no man has ever seen my privates, not even my husband." She started crying, which only drove Ralph further into excitement, his cock was already a raging hard on and yet it seemed to be getting harder. "Well good I'll be the first then, unless you would prefer to let the Iranian prison guards to be the first to see your cunt." He almost spit out the word cunt and he could see it almost like a slap in the face to her. Her tears ran down her cheeks as she then meekly pulled the tattered rags down her legs. Ralph could not believe the hair on this woman's snatch and crawling up her belly. He had to see more, "Take everything off." he commanded and waited, leering as she complied. "Come over here I want a closer look." He could see the total humiliation in her eyes and it was more arousing than looking at her nakedness. He grabbed the full patch of hair above her slit and pulled her closer, then smiled as he saw her wince in pain. "Put your hands behind your head." He liked this pose of submission and reached to grab her tits then noticed that her armpits were covered in hair. Ralph had never seen a woman this hairy and somehow it excited him even more. He looked her in the eye as he played with her breasts and the hair under her arms. Her face was scarlet and streaked with dried tears as she let him do what he wanted. Then suddenly he stopped, "That's all for today Alona, I expect to see you here at eight in the morning. You can get dressed now; he enjoyed the show of the woman putting on her bra, and her top but he held up his hand when she reached for her underwear. "Give those to me, starting tomorrow I never want to see you warring panties again." She demurely handed them to him; he brought them to his nose. He wondered just how red her cheeks could get. "Before you go I want you to see this e-mail, it is addressed to Immigration and is automatically set to go out everyday unless I stop it with my pass word. Do you understand if anything happens to me, this will go out by itself?" "But sir, what if you forget?" "Then your ass will be headed back to Iran, so you better not let me forget. Now get out of here, you are going to need your rest for tomorrow. Another thing I want you to bring me the fifty thousand you have been hoarding." "Yes sir but I cannot get it until Monday as it is in a safety deposit box." "Alright but it had better be here Monday, or your hairy ass is back in Iran." The next day he was waiting for her when she arrived, first thing she had to show him she was not wearing underwear. He took her to his office where he closed and locked the door, she remembered thinking, well this is it, what horrors he will make me do. Honestly, she had no idea what horrors he would put her through but she would learn. "Take off your clothes, I want to see you naked, you know Alona I like all this fur you have. Now come over here and take off my pants, now down on your knees to get my pants over my shoes. Now I want you to hold my cock, come on do it! I'll bet this is the first cock you've ever seen. See it won't bite, now lean over, and kiss it." Mr. Fuller was right Alona had never seen a man's organ before and now she had one in her hands, it felt so hard yet was still soft. She did as told and leaned over and kissed the very tip. This action excited her and she forgot a moment how degrading this all was, she could feel her fluids leaking out of her private place and she hoped Mr. Fuller could not smell her essence. Ralph did not notice her 'essence' he couldn't care less if Alona was getting excited all he wanted was to make sure his Herpes sores got past her lips and into her mouth. He cruelly shoved his cock down her throat gagging her; this was fun. "You'll make a very good cocksucker once I get you trained and you'll be good at a lot of other things too. That's enough of that, stand up, and turn around." Ralph bent her across his desk and began a thorough inspection of her ass and pussy. He loved that all the pawing he was doing debased her. He made her spread her own ass cheeks apart as he got out the anal lube he brought from home. He spread lube up her anal canal as he told what he was about to do. He warned her to expect some pain but to keep her mouth shut. He placed his bare cock at her entrance then grabbed her hips and rammed his cock deep inside her. Alona bit her lip to keep from screaming both from the pain and the thought of what this man was doing to her. Ralph grabbed her by the hair and rode her ass like a stallion until he erupted deep inside her rectum. His cock made a pop when he withdrew from her bowels, he told Alona to keep her cheeks spread, as he wanted to watch his cum leak out of her ass. He watched it ooze out of her ass and run down her crack and into her pussy. Ralph was tired after his assault on Alona Rectum; he had enjoyed raping this woman put had expelled so much energy that now all he wanted was a nap. "First, clean up my cock it has you all over it. Then clean up all of this blood, and shit off of my desk, also clean up my cum that dripped out of your stretched ass hole and make sure you get your stench cleaned up too." God he almost loved his verbal abuse of her as much as the sex, tomorrow he would have to pace himself so he could abuse her even more. While she finished he watched her, it looked so sexy seeing her on her knees washing his filthy cock with a wash cloth, he should have made her clean it with her mouth. After she cleaned him and his desk, he told her she could get dressed and go home until tomorrow. "Please Mr. Fuller did you stop the e-mail from going out?" Ralph laughed, "Oh yeah I almost forgot, see here I am stopping it for one day. You had better get here bright and early tomorrow for your session because you are in for a long day. One more thing you see these sores on my prick? They are called Herpes and by your sucking and with my fucking your ass you now have it too. Tomorrow when I fuck your cunt, you will have herpes sores in all of your holes and whoever touches you will have them also for the rest of your miserable fucking life. Now get out of here." He could see Alona's surrender in her eyes, Ralph delighted in her sadness, and a cruel smile creased his hard face. Sunday Alona showed up with a look of resolve on her face. Ralph was looking forward to day spent of torture and rape, he was excited, and already he had a erection. "Get all of those clothes off and then come undo my pants." Alona did as instructed and then laid on her back on the desk. "Good I want to look in your eyes as I rape you, now spread your legs." Again Alona did as told, Ralph posed with his cock at the entrance of Alona's last place yet to be violated. As Ralph looked into her eyes, he noticed a defiant look instead of fear and was that a hint of a smile. Well Ralph would soon fix that look and he rammed himself into her up to his balls. The first thing he noticed, she was smiling broader now, and then he felt the pain. He tried to pull out but Alona swung her legs around his hips and squeezed as hard as she could. Now Ralph was screaming in pain but could not dislodge his cock from this woman. He tried to strike her but she sat up and wrapped her arms around his and he could not break free. He felt something wet running down his legs and managed to get his head turned to look. It was blood and it must be his running down his legs and pooling in his pants around his ankles. He was growing tired and getting weaker and he began to plead with Alona for help. "You filthy sodomite you deserve no mercy, I want to see you die in my arms." "But the e-mail will be sent and you and your family..." He was getting weaker and found it hard to talk it hurt so much. "Last night I wired my sister our money and told her to flee to Turkey and then I sent my husband to Canada after we made sweat love one more time. This morning I put rusty razor blades up into my privates just for you and as they slice you to bits, they have sliced me. Yes, we will die here together but you have already ruined my life so I don't mind." Alona held on with all of the strength she had left, she waited until the life left her boss' eyes before she relaxed and let her life go. Against Her Will The man had been observing the girl for several days. He had first seen her at the restaurant where she worked and had begun planning for her, planning very carefully. He had followed her car home that first night just to see exactly where she lived. The next night he was waiting in the shadows of her apartment complex and made note of which unit she entered. He had repeated this observation for several days just to be certain. He knew her name was April Stevens and that she would be arriving home in just minutes. Most importantly, he knew that, tonight, she would be alone. He absentmindedly squeezed his cigarette out between his fingers as he watched her pull up into her parking spot. He was so focused on what was to come that he felt no pain even as the embers seared his fingertips. April was 23 years old, about 5'6" tall and no more than 115 lbs. She was wearing the tight black top and hip hugging blue jeans that her employer required of it service staff. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail, highlighting her exquisite facial features. Her breasts were pleasantly large and seemed very firm. She possessed a perfectly heart shaped ass that swayed wonderfully as she walked to the door of her lower floor apartment. She excited him immensely. He wanted her, and he knew she would want him to take her. April opened the door to her place and locked it behind her. She turned on the lights to chase away the feeling of emptiness that she always felt there. April hated living by herself, but she didn't have a boyfriend and her family was far away. Until she finished school, living alone was her only choice. She had barely taken a few steps inside when she heard the knock at the door. It was 11:30 at night so it was surprising to her that anyone would be there this late. She looked through the peep hole and saw an attractive man standing outside. "It's late, what do you want?" She said through the closed door. "I'm sorry to disturb you Miss, but I was just leaving and I noticed that you left the parking lights on in your car." "Damn, I've so been scatter brained lately" she thought to herself. Embarrassed, April opened the door to thank him and to check her car. As soon as the door opened however, the man hit it hard. The door flew open and she was thrown backward several feet into her apartment. He was on her before she could react, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her effortlessly to her feet. "Don't make a sound and don't you dare fight me. I won't hurt you if you behave." He pushed her against the wall and leaned in close. "Do what you're told and you'll get this through this, understand?" April's head was spinning and a paralyzing fear was spreading rapidly through her body. He closed the door with his foot and as she heard it slam, she knew she was trapped inside with him. "Oh God, what are you doing! Let go of me!" She grabbed his arm with both hands and tried to pry his strong hand loose from her neck but his grip on her throat only tightened, threatening to cut off her air. "If you keep struggling you're going to get hurt." April froze at his threat. He was far too strong for her to fight off and it began to sink in to her that she was in very real danger from this man. "Please, I'll give you whatever you want...just don't do anything to me." The man looked at her intently. She was barely holding back her tears and her fear was palpable. It was absolutely delicious. An evil smile crossed his face as he forced his knee between her thighs and pressed his leg against her crotch. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you make me. It would be a real shame if I had to bloody your pretty face." He pressed his body against hers and ran his free hand down her side as he spoke, caressing her gently until his hand moved up to her breast and found the hardening nipple through her clothing. The intimacy of his touch was electric and she was both surprised and ashamed at herself that it felt so good. It also left no doubt in her mind as to what he wanted. She was about to be raped, and that realization sent bolts of terror coursing through her. "No...Please don't do this to me! Let me go, I won't tell anyone...I promise I won't!" Her voice was choked with fear and she was trembling noticeably. When he unbuttoned her jeans her tears start to flow freely. "Go ahead and beg, but we both know you've wanted this for a long time." He forced his hand roughly into her tight pants, making her wince. He felt the smooth skin of her pelvis right above her clit and his evil smile returned. "You shave yourself down there...I like that. Now, if I let go of your pretty neck, are you going to behave?" Aprils' was mind was reeling from the quickness of his assault. A cold sweat poured from her body as her heart pounded in her chest. This man had frightened her in a way no one ever had before and thoughts of what he might do to her filled her with icy terror. She struggled briefly but having felt his strength, she became certain that he could snap her neck with ease if she angered him. When she was finally able to speak, her voice trembled with fear and defeat. "Okay, please...I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me." "Good girl." He leaned back from her but kept his arms on the wall, blocking any escape. "Slide your jeans off." The tone of his voice had suddenly become soft and comforting. He sounded almost conspiratorial, as if he were speaking to a loving partner instead of his victim. She hesitated for a moment, trying to get a grip on herself and to her horror, his darker side instantly resurfaced. "Do it now!" The sudden return of the threat in his voice caused her to jump. She kicked off her shoes and quickly dropped her pants to the floor, leaving only her red panties to keep her evaporating modesty intact. Before she could even stand up again, he grabbed her by her pony tail and dragged her across the room to the couch, throwing her head first into the cushions. He pulled her head up and put what felt like a dog collar around her neck. He then pulled her arms up behind her head and slapped a pair of hand cuffs on her wrists. Finally, he secured the middle chain of the cuffs to the collar, trapping her hands behind her head. "There, that should make you more manageable." Grabbing her by the ankles he spun her body so that her knees were on the floor. She tried to raise her head off the couch, but he knelt behind her and pushed her face back down into the couch. "Don't move!" She felt his hand caress her hip and she almost cried out in fear at his touch. When he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tore them off her hips, she winced at the sudden, stinging pain. April couldn't believe this was happening to her. She had fantasized about being taken forcefully by a man many times, but never really thought that it might actually happen. Now, everything was all happening so fast that she didn't have time to get her head around it. She found herself in a totally helpless position and she was still afraid that he might seriously hurt her. She realized that she had no choice but to take his word that he wouldn't and that her only choice was to submit herself to him. She concentrated on calming her breathing and relaxing so that she would be able to think. It seemed plain that he was going to fuck her and she knew that she was going to have to go along with it. She wasn't a virgin by any means and she knew that she could survive that. She could almost feel him moving behind her and the sound of him removing his clothes was unmistakable. She felt his hand touch her hip and thought this was it. "Look, I'm not fighting, do what you want. I'll even try to make it as good for you as I can. Just promise to leave me in peace when you're done with me, Okay?" Much to her relief, she sounded more confident then she felt. Risking a glance back at him she saw a long knife in his hand. Alarm bells sounded in her mind and terror instantly gripped her. "Oh my God, don't! Please..." April almost passed out as he brought the knife close to her back. "Calm down! I told you I wasn't going to hurt you, now hold still. If you move, I might cut you accidentally." Despite his assurances, April still didn't quite believe him. Her life was totally in his hands and she felt that he was certainly capable of ending it at any moment. The fact that he did nothing to hide his face made her sick with fear. He lifted the back of her top and began cutting the fabric from the small of her back all the way up to her neckline. He went about it slowly and methodically, being very careful not to cut his victim's flesh as he went. Halfway up, he stopped and caressed her smooth ass. "You have a beautiful body. I'm going to do things to you that none of the pathetic boys you've allowed in your bed could have ever imagined. It's a shame you wasted your virginity on any of them." "You don't know anything about me. I might still be a virgin for all you know!" Her voice was a whisper, but the defiance in it was clear to him. He found that he liked her spirit. "I know more about you then you think, enough to know that somewhere deep down inside, you're enjoying this. You've been craving a real man your entire life. Now it's your chance to be had by one. Accept it and you'll find greater satisfaction then you've ever dreamed possible." As he leaned to sever the shirt's collar, April felt his cock brush against her inner thigh. It felt very hard and very warm to her. As he started to cut the short sleeves away, April was stunned at realization that her body was beginning to respond to him. She felt the warm wetness of arousal stirring between her legs. She hated him for his arrogance, but she was forced to admit to herself that something inside her was indeed willing him on. After he finished with her shirt, he cut her bra strap with one deft turn of his knife, leaving April naked in front of him. She felt humiliated by her treatment and more so by her own reaction to it. His rough hands were roaming slowly over her back, sending unwanted shivers of excitement up and down her spine. He lifted her body slightly and pulled the remains of her clothing out from under her. April felt his hand lay flat on her back as he moved himself closer. When the head of his cock nudged against her, she instinctively rotated her hips to accept his intrusion. He pulled her back and pressed forward, sliding himself easily into her and making her gasp against her will. April had not expected him to penetrate her so smoothly. Until then she hadn't been willing to admit to herself just how wet she had become. While she was thankful that it hadn't been painful, the reality of his intrusion was not lost on her. Somewhere in her mind she screamed "Oh my god no! This is really happening. I'm being raped!" Just as her mind screamed in rebellion at his touch, her body began responding in its own way. He felt long and thick and his movements set off pleasurable sensations within her that she couldn't control. "This is wrong," she thought. "I can't possibly be enjoying this!" Everything she had ever learned about sex said that she should be fighting the feelings that had begun to wash over her. April tried. God knew she tried, but the feeling caused by his slow, grinding movements in and out of her body could not be ignored. He held her hips in both hands and guided her into an incredible rhythm that her body reacted to against her will. She heard the sound of female moaning and was horrified to find that she was giving in to the pleasure of being fucked. That is what it was, she knew. Not love making, not even sex. She was just being used for his satisfaction. She should have been horrified and angry, but something about it was actually turning her on! She hoped desperately that he would cum quickly and be done with her before he found out how excited she was getting. She waited for that moment, expecting his pace to quicken and for his control to falter, but his motions only seemed to become more and more confident, as if he could already sense that she was giving in to him. It didn't take long before she understood that she wasn't getting off that easily. He stroked himself into her moistened sex with skill, changing speed and angle just enough to set her nerves on fire. It was strangely liberating. All her inhibitions, the worries about how people might feel about her were sliding away with every stroke into her. Always before she was forced to balance her own carnal desires with the thought that, if she seemed too eager, if she enjoyed it too much, her partner would consider her a slut. She had been raised to be a 'good girl' and good girls were never 'easy.' With this man fucking her against her will, she was, in a very strange way, free. No one could judge her harshly, she was the victim here. In that instant, she gave herself over to it and accepted the pleasure of his intrusion. He took hold of her pony tail and pulled her back onto him. He was moving faster and it seemed, more deeply. He felt deliciously hard as he repeatedly filled her. Then he slammed himself forward and held himself against her ass. For a moment, she thought he was finally going too cum, but instead, he reached behind her head and released her hands from their restraints. Thankfully, she stretched her arms out in front of her to sooth her cramping muscles. The mixture of relief and of lingering pain created sensations within her that she could barely comprehend. Just as her body started to relax he picked up his pace once more, pounding again and again into her abused pussy. His shaft slid wonderfully over her g-spot as he moved, giving her the constant, repetitive motion that she needed to start her body on the way to bliss. Every time he thrust inside her he filled her completely, gently stretching the walls of her tiny pussy. He was finding spots within her that she herself had never known existed, and still he continued his exquisite torture of her body. April was reaching the point of ultimate surrender. She was approaching orgasm at an incredible pace. It roared up inside her in an unstoppable wave and washed away all pretense of resistance, making her scream out in pleasure. "Oh yes. Don't stop...don't stop! Oh fuuuck!" He continued his powerful thrusts throughout her spasms until her body relaxed and her screams faded into soft moans. Her pussy was filled with the liquid fire of her own fluids and every stroke into her made her whole body quiver. In the back of her mind she knew he had finally reached his limit. She could sense his need from his ragged breath and tensed muscles. When he thrust one last time, burying himself in as far as his ample size would go April heard him grunt and felt the hot wetness of his seed flow into her womb. He jabbed himself into her with several more quick strokes until, finally, he was totally spent. He leaned over onto her back and gently kissed her shoulder. "Oh yea April, that was amazing. I knew you had it within you. I never had any doubt." His use of her name shocked her more then she could have guessed. "Oh my God," she thought to herself, "He knows my name! What else does he know about me? Who is he anyway?" The whole experience had just become far more personal. She thought that he had come upon her randomly, but now it was apparent to her that she had been chosen. Chosen to be Raped by a man she didn't know. Somehow, to her, this fact had given him a greater power over her. His possession of her name crushed the last light of resistance she could muster. She felt now that he had totally defeated her. He had forced himself upon her and had shattered all pretenses' she had about herself, exposing them for the lies that they were. He had made her body crave and long for his abuse and it had responded to him with the most intense orgasm she had ever known. He had left her totally confused. Confused and ashamed that she could have actually enjoyed it. She fingered the collar around her neck. She was tempted to remove it, but she knew that it was as much a symbol of his dominance as it was a practical tool to control her. He had put it on her, and there it would it would stay until he decided to remove it. April crawled up, naked, into the corner of the couch and drew her knees up to cover herself as best she could. She wasn't sure what would happen next, but sensed that he wasn't done with her yet. She watched as he stood and slid his pants back on. He then pulled a cigarette from his pack and lit it. April didn't smoke and would never have allowed a guest to light up in her apartment, but he didn't seem to care if she minded or not. He acted as if they were in his home, as if he were the one who made the rules. She said nothing as he took a long drag from it and blew it into the room. He picked up his shirt and threw it to her. "Put it on before you get cold." As she slipped the large shirt over her slim body, he went into her kitchen. After opening a few cabinets, he returned with a small saucer to use as an ashtray. Only when he sat in a chair across the small room from her did it occur to her that she could have made a run for the door. She would have only had a moment, but the opportunity was there. She wondered to herself why she hadn't thought of it when she had the chance. The obvious answer was one that she wasn't yet ready to face. She shivered at the thought, she wasn't ready to admit to herself how bound by his will she had become. April had avoided looking at him while he smoked, but finally forced herself to meet his gaze. He was watching her. His eyes were dark and intense but there was no threat there any longer. If anything he looked mildly amused. She was no longer worried about what he planned for her. Whatever he wanted, she didn't believe he would cause her pain or injury. "How do you know me, My name, where I live? Why did you choose me?" April felt her anger rise and it came out in her tone. Part of her worried that he would react to her challenge, but she needed to know, she deserved an answer. "Will you at least tell me your fucking name? I've seen your face. Your fingerprints are all over the room. You came inside me so even your DNA is here. You can't get away with this." "All true" he said. "My name is Ethan, and I didn't choose you. You asked for this yourself." "No, you're wrong...I've never even seen you before!" "Do you remember Trisha Collins?" April felt her anger fade into shame at the mention of that name. "Yes, I remember her..." "She told you about me, didn't she?" "She told me she knew a guy who liked to...do things to her" April remembered that Trisha had said it was the most exciting sex she ever had. April had listened to her stories about this Ethan. About how he would show up at her home or workplace and take her at his whim. It had sounded incredibly exciting to her. Still, to April, it had just been a fantasy. Just silly girl talk... "You told her that you would love to try it if you ever got the chance, didn't you?" "Yes, but..." "But nothing. You asked her for this. You wanted it." He had a smug smile on his face. "You sure seemed to enjoy it while it was happening." "You came after me without so much as asking, without even letting me know!" "Asking you? That would have defeated to whole purpose don't you think?" He stood and came over to her. Reaching down he took her face in his hand. "You can call the police, but Trisha will swear that you asked her to set this up, and if your neighbors heard anything, it will have only been you screaming for more." Against Her Will He wiped a tear off her cheek and stroked her hair. "You feel humiliated and used, but admit it. You loved being taken." Ethan let go of her and went back to his cigarette. He took one last drag and crushed it out. He waited for her to say more, but she just stared at the floor. "So, now it's your choice, and it's the only one you'll get from me tonight. Was I wrong? Say the word and I'll walk out right now." April couldn't think straight. She knew that she should tell him to get the hell out and never come back, but part of her knew he was right. What he had done was evil and arrogant but it was also the most exciting thing she had ever experienced. She couldn't let him stay, but she also found herself unable to tell him to leave. She froze, still staring at the floor, unable to speak. She had submitted completely and now couldn't find the strength to break free of his will. The moment seemed to last forever. She was absolutely humiliated at her own weakness. The frustration and anger within her were at war with her longing and desire. It was all too much to bear and she broke down in tears, crying like a little girl. Later, she could not guess how long he waited, but when he finally spoke, she knew the decision had been made. "Don't be so hard on yourself April. Evolution has hard wired a desire for the Alpha into the female mind. It's a natural desire, one that enabled your gender to make sure that they and their children were protected in a time when they would have been at the mercy of their environment. They gave themselves over to the pleasure of their mates to ensure that their men would return at night, bring them food when they could not gather enough for themselves and protect them from the dangers in their lives." He came up to her and caressed her face. "Society has tried to ignore all of this. It has empowered women and castrated men. Most people, it seems, have been able to overcome their primal urges, most but not all. People like you and I, we still feel the ancient passions. You should not be ashamed of it." He picked her up in his arms and carried her to her bedroom. As he laid her on the bed she considered his words. She didn't know if he was right or not, but it did give her something to hold onto to. It was a reason for her to have the feelings she had. It wasn't weakness, it was just who she was. He wanted her and she needed to be wanted by him. Ethan removed his pants and April saw that his desire for her had returned. He motioned her to him and, understanding, she knelt at his feet. His manhood was rampant again as she took him into her hands. "I don't have to warn you about biting me do I?" April shook her head. She didn't want to contemplate what he might do if she turned against him now. She was very nervous, she had sucked cock before but she wasn't very good at it and she had never consented to letting any man cum in her mouth, but she knew that if he wanted her to swallow his seed, she would do it without question. April leaned forward and took him into her mouth and tasted the tangy, musky flavor of both of their residues on him. She ran her tongue around the head and took him a bit deeper. After a few moments, she decided that the taste was not all that bad and she began sucking him into her mouth as far as she could take him. Ethan was pleased at her willingness. He watched as her head moved back and forth over his shaft. It was a beautiful sight. He could see her large nipples hardening through the shirt he had given her and he reached down to cup her left breast in his hand, kneading the tender flesh under the fabric. When he gently squeezed her nipple she moaned quietly over his cock and sucked him even harder. They both continued this way for a while, until April slid him from between her moist lips, her tiny hands still keeping a wonderful rhythm on his shaft. "That feels really good. Let me take this top off. I want to feel your hands on me." He nodded his head and she pulled the shirt off, exposing her full breasts to him. Ethan hadn't yet paid much attention to April's breasts, but now he could see that they were firm and perfectly proportioned to her slender frame. He lifted her onto the bed and settled himself over her. He began kissing her neck and shoulders. Her skin tasted sweet and her perfumed body smelled incredible. April writhed under him as he kissed and nibbled his way down to her breasts. He sucked each nipple and rolled them between his lips, savoring the feel of them. His hands caressed her flanks as he continued his oral ministrations. Slowly, he kissed and licked his way down her belly until his head was between her thighs. April's heart was pounding with excitement when his lips found her tender folds. The boys who had gone down on her before had always seemed clumsy, not really knowing what to do or where to touch her and they would almost always go for her clit before she was ready. The sensations that caused would always be too intense, making it very difficult for her to reach orgasm. It had left her frustrated and feeling inadequate. Ethan was different. He went slowly, kissing and licking all around her pussy without actually touching it, teasing her in the most delicious ways. When his tongue finally did slide up and in, he went very lightly, adding the moisture of his saliva to her natural secretions. He pulled gently with his lips and sucked her folds between them, his tongue flicking and fluttering over her supple flesh again and again until, like a flower in the sun, she opened before him. By now April was truly ready. She could feel her orgasm building at his touch and she rolled her hips desperately, trying to get his tongue onto her clit. Just then, he placed his hand flat on her pelvis and applied light pressure. His flicking tongue found her clit and began dancing lightly, quickly over it. His touch was incredibly light and very persistent. April's muscles tensed and a low, deep moan escaped her lips as the orgasm she had felt approaching suddenly exploded inside her body. Ethan had been waiting for this exact moment. He took her inflamed clit between his lips, squeezing and sucking it gently as she bucked under him until, finally, she could take no more. When she had recovered, April tried to pull him up into the saddle of her thighs. Her pussy yearned for penetration and she wanted to look into his eyes as he came inside her. When he instead lay down next to her she whined in disappointment. Every time she thought she knew what he would do next, he managed to surprise her. This time was no different. He turned her onto her side and pulled her ass against his hips, spooning her. Understanding what he wanted, April lifted her upper leg and he slid his entire length into her. "Oh yes...you feel so fucking good inside me" As he began the long, deliberate strokes into her she laid her head on his arm. From here he was able to squeeze and fondle her sensitized breast as he continued to fuck her. April turned her head and her lips found his in a deep, lustful kiss. His breath smelled of her fluids and she could taste herself on them. His lips feasted gloriously on hers and their tongues met and danced against each other. April had already had two major orgasms and doubted that she would be able to cum again, but the incredible intimacy she felt was, in its own way, more powerful than any orgasm could ever be. Her body was alive with sensations, his gentle kisses, the wonderful caresses on her breasts, and the fulfilling thickness of his hard cock moving inside her. She was more than content to lie in his arms and let him have her as long as he needed to reach his own point of no return. When he placed a pillow against her hips and rolled her onto it, she thought that he was going to take her from behind, as he had done earlier. But he didn't mount her right away. He started to caress her back and down over her ass. "I'm so proud of you April, You've shown me that you are capable of letting go, of being in touch with yourself in ways most women never achieve." He was whispering quietly, as if he were afraid he might break the spell he had woven. All the while he was caressing her with the lightest of touches. April began to relax completely. All of the fear was gone. All that was left was the warm afterglow of her sexual release. "There is only one thing left for me to show you tonight." His fingers had drifted to her anus and he began softly tickling her there. He licked his finger and slowly prodded her, not pushing so hard as to intrude, but enough that she had no doubt as to what he wanted. "Oh Ethan, please, I've never done...I don't think I can do that." He shushed her gently. "Of course you can. You just have to relax, and trust me." He got off the bed and removed a small bottle from his pants pocket. Climbing back on the bed behind her he dribbled some of the thick lubricant between her shapely buns and rubbed it into her skin. It tingled at first and then she felt it warming her nervous bottom. He climbed over her and let his penis fall into the cleft of her ass. "I won't lie to you, this is going to hurt at first, but trust me, you're going to absolutely love it." He began sliding himself up and down, coating himself with the lube he had applied to her. He kissed her neck and nuzzled against her. "I won't rush this. I'll know when you're ready. Just concentrate on how this feels. Embrace it. You're entering into a whole new world of pleasure. The effect of his words, the pleasant feeling of warmth, the hardness of him sliding against her ass, all of these things slowly took hold of her. She focused on the moment, trying not to think of what was coming. Soon, she became so lost in it that when he shifted his weight and pressed against her virgin hole, it almost caught her by surprise. She felt him add another dribble at the unopened entry and then he began to push. For a moment nothing happened, and then she felt him start to force himself past her barrier. She felt the burning sting as her muscles gave way to the intruder and she cried out. "Aww God that's too big..." He stopped instantly. He didn't pull back, but simply rested, applying only the slightest of pressure. "It's okay April, you don't have to take it all at once. In a moment you'll loosen up and the pain will fade." She wanted to believe him and concentrated on calming herself. Within seconds she found that the pain had faded and she relaxed back into the sheets. "There, you see. You can do it." With that he pressed forward again and suddenly she felt him pass beyond the doorway and move deeply inside her "Ohh wow you feel so damn huge in there! Please go slow...go slow" Ethan did go slowly, working himself deeper and deeper with short thrusts, pulling back slightly when the resistance increased, and then continuing forward once she had calmed herself again. When he leaned forward and whispered that he was all the way in April was actually surprised. The pain had gone and she felt a sensation of fullness unlike anything she had ever felt before. She swayed her hips subconsciously and discovered that the slight change in angle caused very pleasurable feelings. She pushed back and ground herself against him, savoring the feeling of his penetration. Ethan allowed her time to adjust to him. He wanted her to be able to fully enjoy the experience of anal sex, but she was so sexy, and her glorious ass was so tight, that it was beginning to challenge even his own remarkable control. He pulled back and began reaming her with long, powerful strokes. Every time he thrust in, she moaned from the pleasurable pain he knew she felt. She turned to look back and he saw that her face had turned red from the intensity of it all. The sight was intoxicating. He lay down fully on her back and hammered her as hard and deep as he could, biting her neck as he felt the end approach. April winced at the bite, at the stinging in her ass as he buried himself balls deep inside her, and at his strength as he held her tightly to him. But even with the pain, there was an immense pleasure and a sense of satisfaction radiating through her. It wasn't just the physical pleasure, although it did feel incredibly good. It was the opportunity to finally let go and find fulfillment in the art of sex. She had given her mind and body over to him and he had taken her on an incredible journey to ecstasy. When she felt him stiffen and heard his low animalistic growl, she squeezed him as tightly as her exhausted body could, sending him over the edge. She thought she could feel the warmth and added moisture as he painted her tunnel with his hot cum. When he rolled off, she felt his softening shaft pull out of her and was surprised at how good even that simple act felt. Much had happened in a very short time. Too much for her to really understand it all, or the effect that it would have on her. She only knew that she felt liberated. Perhaps he believed that she had a need to be dominated, but what she felt was a sense of empowerment. Her body was hers, and from this day forward, she would use it as she wished. She curled up in her bed and watched him dress. "Am I going to see you again?" April wasn't sure which answer would frighten her more. "I'm not you boyfriend. I won't be taking you to the movies or meeting your family. But if you want it, really want it; I'll come to you again, but on my terms, at a time of my choosing." April mulled over the idea, if she asked him to, she clearly would be inviting another assault and she couldn't be sure how it would happen or what he might do to her. She only knew that she wasn't ready to give him up. The waiting would be nerve wracking and but it made her feel alive. She smiled inwardly. "Check the top dresser drawer, left side." He opened the drawer and found a set of spare keys. He looked back at her and saw the excitement in her eyes. April gave him a naughty smile, "I hate coming home to an empty apartment." Against Her Will Susan told her husband that she would take the car to the garage. Against her husband's wishes, she insisted. Bill was busy working and she knew ultimately he would appreciate her helping out. Bill wrote down the directions to the garage for her and gave them to her. In a hurry not to be late, she unfortunately left the directions. She didn't want to bother Bill, he would just chide her for forgetting. Susan is 5'6" and presently has dirty blonde hair that come just past her shoulders. She is a natural brunette, but as women do occasionally she changes the color. She keeps herself in shape. Her 140 pounds fits her frame well. Her perfect 36D breasts nicely accentuate her traits. Her heart shaped ass always draws the attention to the men who can't decide to look at her ass or her tits, so they do both very often. Bill kind of likes the looks she gets, knowing his wife at 48 years of age is the best looker in their social circle. Today Susan left the house to drop off the car and then would go shopping for some sexy lingerie that Bill would like. In fact she was wearing some that She knew Bill would like, she just was wanting to ramp it up some. They have been married for thirty years, having married very young. Bill was the only man she had ever been with and while at times she wished for more excitement in their marriage, she was perfectly contented. Susan drove and drove trying to find the garage Bill told her about. Finally she thought she had found it and drove up to the open door of the garage. She wondered why Bill liked this garage. She felt somewhat uncomfortable in the neighborhood. She was about to leave when two men came out and waved for her to drive on in. The men closed the door and asked her what she needed. "My husband loves this garage I guess, and he wants new brakes, all the tires changed and rotated, and all the fluids changed!" She was proud or remembering what he wanted her to do and would prove that she could help. She moved to one of only three chairs she saw, none of them anything she liked, but finally set down. The men began removing the tires and replacing the brakes. They drained all the fluids. She noticed that both men were black, but that didn't bother Susan. She wasn't prejudiced, even though she had a strict southern upbringing. The smaller of the two men smiled at her and asked for her to take care of the payment up front. Susan thought this was unusual, but gave them her credit card to take care of the expense. In a few minutes, he returned. "Sorry, but your card was declined, do you have any other form of payment?" Susan was upset, there went her shopping trip. "Well, do you?" He asked. Susan began digging through her purse and found $69 dollars. She gave it to the man. "That's not near enough, we'll have to take something else we're afraid," the man told her. "But I don't have anything else," Susan pleaded. The man took her purse and found her phone and made her give him her watch as well. "This is still not enough," the man insisted. By this time the other man came out and took her purse. "What do you want?" Susan told him. "Simple, you'll have to pay it! We'll take it from you." He began to fondle her tits as the other man held her arms. She began to cry. The larger and darker man tore her blouse open as the other held her. Susan was forced to her knees as the smaller man unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Susan gasped as she saw it's size. "Don't worry, I'm bigger than he is, he's just warming me up," the big man said as he held her hair and pulled her head back. "Just enough for me to start, whore! Now open your fucking mouth wide!" He forced his cock into her throat. Susan gagged and coughed, but he kept it up. The men traded places as her mouth was raped. The men knew what they wanted and would take it all from her. After some time, Susan began learning how to please the men. She would swirl her tongue around his cock, lick all over it, suck their balls, and force as much as possible down her throat. The big man began to set up lights around Susan. "Now, smile for the camera, the younger man told her." "Why do you want to film me? You'll only go to jail for raping me, you bastards!!" Susan shouted. Susan decided she would have to go along with the men. Hopefully, they would be easier on her. "Now stand up and slowly take all your clothes off, very slowly." The men were all eyes, they had a prize and they knew it. Susan began to dance as the men asked of her and tried to smile, as she paraded around the garage in nothing but her red high heels and wedding ring. The big man pulled out an old mattress and throw it on the floor. "Lay down and spread your legs, bitch," he said. As she did, she began to shake and cry. She begged them not to do it, but no help was given. The younger man began kissing and licking her pussy. He fingered her with one hand while grabbing a tit with the other. He then moved up and lay on top of Susan as he slapped her pussy and then moved his large cock to her pussy. Susan cried out as his big black cock pushed inside her. He pumped slowly at first and then picked up the rhythm as he fucked Susan as she had never been fucked before. Her body betrayed her as she began to cum. He just kept fucking her hard as he finally shot stream after stream of cum deep in her pussy. When he pulled out of her, his cum began running out of her pussy. Susan knew however, that a lot more deep inside her. She was made to suck the larger man and he was right, his cock was at least two inches longer and much thicker than the younger one. The men made Susan suck the cum from their cocks as they had her suck their cocks. This time each one of the men made her swallow their cum and show them the proof. "You still owe us," the men said in unison, smiling. "Stand up and put your bra back on. Now put your skirt on," the men ordered. Gladly Susan complied. "Now we are going to take a ride, you better do everything we tell you to do!" Susan was too scared and humiliated to do anything else. They pushed her into a black sedan. Now she was really scared. "Where are we going, and what are we doing?" Susan was hoping they would let her go. "Easy, you are gonna to get our money!" The men stated. "How?" The men smiled. "You gonna suck and fuck until you gets all the money and more. You been pimped Ho! "I'm just a housewife, please let me go." "No, now you a Ho! Now get your ass out there and bring us the money or you will be very sorry!" With that both men spanked her ass until it was red. Susan was let out on a dark street corner where she saw some women walking up and down the street. She knew what she had to do. Susan got out of the car with the assurance that no one would hurt her when they saw their car pull up. It was hard at first, but Susan knew she better do what she was told. She would walk over to a car when one stopped and rolled down the window. She was to ask if he wanted a date? She would get in the car with him, he would fuck her and she would suck him as well. Towards the end of the night Susan was on her knees in an alley sucking on some stranger, while another fucked her. The men finally picked her up. They took her back to the garage. "Now you know we got hours and hours of you fucking us, as well as us filming you as you prostituted yourself so you better not say anything! You hear! If you do we will say it's all a lie and call the police to take you to jail." Naïve Susan believed everything they told her, including that she had to come and see them when they called and needed another whore. Her husband knew that She would be late, but was getting worried as she called him and let him know they would be finished soon. She cleaned herself up some before she left. Thinking about her story so he wouldn't know. A week later she did get a package in the mail. It was the video of what the men had done to her, including the street walking and her responses. After watching it, she wondered if she could ever bring herself to show it to him. But, she thought, what if it he might like it? Against Her Will Ch. 02 When Susan returned home she only had her bra and skirt and both were dirty. She hurried into their garage and she threw her bra and skirt into the washer. She hurried so as not to let her husband know what had happened. She grabbed a towel from the laundry and wrapped it around her. Susan ran upstairs, not even stopping as her husband called to her. She immediately got into the shower, hoping that her husband would never know what had happened. Susan examined the hickeys that the men had left on her tits and neck. There were even several on her thighs. She hurried to cover them as best she could with makeup. She had forgotten that he would not be home until late. Luckily he arrived just as Susan was running upstairs. He opened the bathroom door to only see Susan in the shower. She showered and put on her nightgown. Turning the bedroom lights out, she got into bed. Her husband followed a few minutes later. As Susan lay there she thought about all the men had done to her, and all they had made her do. Was she really a whore now? The answer came to her. Yes, she was. She had been fucked several times by several men. She had taken money for fucking and sucking them. They had cum inside her pussy. She probably still had some cum deep down inside her. As she lay there she couldn't help it, she needed her husband to fuck her good now! She slipped down to his waist and began taking his boxers off. She took his dick in her mouth and began to suck. Her husband awaken and was surprised and wondered what had happened to his wife. He wasn't complaining though, as she then straddled him and lowered her wet pussy over his hardened dick. Yes, it spite of it all, she was turned on. However, every time he pushed into her she was thinking about all the other cocks she had had tonight. She wished that the men with the big cocks would fuck her again. In her mind the pictures of all that she had done kept coming to her. She smiled as they did. She also knew that she would be back in the garage soon. They would fuck her again, and make her whore herself again. Yes, Susan kept thinking she was a whore now. In fact, She KNEW she was now a whore. She fell asleep with her husband's cum inside her, but when she awaken in the morning, she was thinking about other men's cum. Susan made coffee and showered. Her husband had left for work almost an hour ago. Susan had slept late as she often did. She did her hair and makeup and put on the shortest skirt she had and topped it with a see through black blouse. Wearing no panties or bra, she went to get her nails done. She knew that her nipples were standing at attention, but she didn't care. Anyone who didn't like it could go fuck themselves! Her attitude had certainly changed. She had both her fingernails and toenails painted deep red. Susan then went shopping. She bought several revealing outfits. What was going on with her she thought? Oh, yes she was now a whore who was prostituted on the streets. What would her husband think? When she got home she found a box in the mail. She opened it knowing what it would be. She opened the video and put it in the DVD player. As it started she was transfixed to seeing herself raped by the men. She found herself getting very wet as she watched it. As she continued to play it, she saw herself walking down the darkened street it only her bra and skirt as she walked up to the car who pulled over. She watched as she got in his car as he drove around the block. He had parked and fucked her in his car without a condom. His cum had pumped into her. She remembered she liked how it felt, and how degraded she had felt as well. Susan watched as she saw herself get in three more cars that night, and also as she was taken in an alley as four other men made her suck or fuck them. She had given all the money she made to the men in the garage. They were now her pimps they had told her. As the video had come to the end, she thought, "I am a whore, I am a prostitute, I give men sex for money." She shuddered. Susan thought about what she should do. She glanced at the DVD player, left the video in it and got up and drove downtown. Dressed as she was in only the shortest of skirts, and see through blouse, and, of course her red heels, she parked her car and walked down the street. She was thinking, "How much will I make today?"