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She Had It Coming

By: Kurgin



Charlie really did not mean for it to go this far. His only intention (at first) was to teach his buddy's girlfriend a lesson about teasing him. But it had turned into the most sexually charged night of his life.

Charlie's friend Jim had met Crystal while they were both at college. The three soon became good friends. But before Charlie could get up the courage to ask Crystal for a date, Jim had beaten him to the punch. Jim and Crystal had been dating for about a year, and though she was dating his friend, Crystal never passed up the chance to 'accidentally' brush her perky breasts or firm ass against him. It was starting to make Charlie uncomfortable. It didn't help that Jim would always brag about how he and Crystal would fuck, or she would blow him. Charlie was beginning to fantasize about what it would be like to fuck Crystal. His friend's girlfriend!

Crystal soon became a regular in Charlie's beat off routine. Though he dated regularly, he just couldn't get her off of his mind. And then one day, it happened. He was in the shower one day, stroking himself, when he heard the door to the bathroom open. He froze. Jim was supposed to be in class. "Honey, I really gotta pee," said a female voice he recognized. Crystal. And she thought he was Jim! He took his hand away from his prick and wondered what he should say.

Before he could answer, he heard the sound of pants being pulled down, and the unmistakable sound of someone peeing. He figured he would just ride out the storm in silence. But to his chagrin, his cock didn't go down, it stayed rock hard! With every heartbeat, he could feel it pulse. Just a couple more minutes and I'm cool, he thought to himself. He heard the toilet flush, and sighed with relief.

Before he could say a word, the shower curtain opened and Crystal jumped in beside him, totally naked! Her eyes widened with shock, and then slowly narrowed as she looked at Charlie, and then settled her eyes on his cock. God was she beautiful! Her perfect breasts were not huge, but they were perfectly shaped, with small nipples, which became hard the instant the water hit her.

"Did I interrupt something?" she said, giggling at the sight of his organ jutting out from his body. Charlie quickly tried to cover himself, but to no avail. "I thought you were Jim," she continued. "Do you know what time he gets back from class?"

"Uhh, I think at three" was all Charlie could manage. He couldn't believe what was happening. Here was his dream girl, in the shower, with him, naked, and she was acting like they were talking after class. He couldn't help but look at her breasts. With each glance, his cock throbbed painfully. She looked at him, smiled and said "Are you going to hog all the water?" and with that, started towards the faucet. As her back turned to him, she moved along side him, forcing him back against the cold wall. His hands instinctively kept him from falling, and in doing so, his erect cock came in contact with her hot, heart shaped ass as she slid by him. Acting as if nothing had happened, she proceeded under the water and began to wash herself. "Jesus! What should I do?" he thought to himself. He moved to the back of the tub and watched this magnificent creature lather her beautiful body.

The throbbing in his cock had become unbearable. He needed release. He debated in his head whether he should leave and go to his room, but the sight of this angel in front of him was too much. Being shy, he finally decided to go to his room. Halfway out of the shower he heard Crystal's voice ask him "Would you mind doing my back?"

Trying desperately to be a gentleman, he replied, "Crystal, I really don't think I should."

She laughed and said "Are you trying to go to your room to finish what you started, or are you just chicken?" His face reddening, he stepped back into the shower and grabbed the soap from the rack and started to lather up her firm back. The only way to describe the sounds she made was to say she was purring. And still his cock throbbed. "Missed a spot," she said, and moved back until his cock was touching her firm asscheeks. He was slowly going insane. This was his buddy's girlfriend. But his dick throbbed. He slowly moved his hands around to the front of her body, massaging the breasts he had fantasized about for so long. Sensing no resistance, he traced his hand lower, until it came in contact with her clitoris. She jumped as if hit with electricity, and he felt how extremely wet she was. She shuddered against him and growled softly as her head rested against his shoulder. Her fingers intertwined with his and guided them into her hot, open pussy. The lather from the soap running down her back formed a slick path that his dick was slowly sliding up and back into. He was about to burst, when with her back arching, she came all over his fingers. "OOOOOHHH, YES! YES! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING" she cried. Charlie was only seconds behind her, when she quickly disengaged herself and moved away from him.

Standing there dumbfounded, Charlie watched as she coolly rinsed herself off and got out of the shower. "What about me?" Charlie asked.

"I got what I was after," came her snide reply. "Why don't you just beat off!" she replied, and snickering to herself, left him alone in the bathroom.

It was then that Charlie plotted his revenge. He would fuck her, and make HER beg for it. He wouldn't have long to wait. Later that week, a group of mutual friends decided to go out clubbing. Crystal looked great, and as usual, flirted with him every chance she got. The drinking got heavy, with everyone doing their share. Jim was the first one to pass out. Some friends left to take him home. One by one every one else left, until it was just Charlie and Crystal. Neither had been drinking much. Crystal said sarcastically, "Did you beat off the other day after I left?" laughing at her own words.

"Why do you insist on teasing me, Crystal?" he asked.

"Because I know you're too much of a chicken shit to ever try anything." came her reply. Charlie felt the stockinged tip of her foot massaging his balls under the table. Laughing, Crystal leapt from the table, and, motioning Charlie to follow, led him to the cordoned off stairwell that led to the upper tier, which was closed. Ducking under the ropes, they went upstairs. From upstairs, they had a clear view of the entire club.

"Ooh, I like this song. Will you dance with me Charlie?" she cooed, and began rubbing herself against him. The teasing had gone on long enough. Charlie matched her rhythm with a slow grind. Grabbing her ass with both hands, she melted against him as he started to thrust against her. The song ended and a slow song began. Leaning into her, he crushed her against his body so she could feel his hard prick in her stomach. "Are you happy to see me?" she laughed.

Charlie's only answer was to reach under her short skirt and begin rubbing her pussy. She wasn't wearing underwear, and his hand easily found her clit. Her laughter caught in her throat and surprise crossed her face. "Charlie, we shouldn't, stop!" she said, but made no move to stop him.

"You've teased me long enough, Crystal, it's time to pay the piper."

Sensing her lack of resistance, he thrust two fingers into her already dripping pussy. "GGGOODDD, YES!" she cried, and began thrusting herself onto his fingers. She seemed shocked when his fingers withdrew. "What's wrong, Charlie?"

"Tonight is payback for all the times you've teased me. It's my night. You'll cum only when I allow it. I will bring you off, but only when I'm satisfied your sorry about teasing me." he stated.

"Screw you! bastard!" she yelled and launched herself at Charlie. Charlie easily avoided her and she crashed unceremoniously into a booth.

Charlie stood over her and said, "Do we have a deal?" She kicked out at his groin and catching her foot, dropped between her now spread legs and kissed her pussy. She was taken aback by the sudden contact and Charlie held her legs open and began licking her pussy in earnest. She soon held her own legs apart as Charlie feasted on her hot snatch. With one hand on the back of his head, she ground her sex into his face.

"YESSS! YESSS! I'm almost there! No one has ever eaten my pussy like this! I'M GONNA, GONNA...." she cried, her shouts being drowned out by the overhead music.

Just as quickly, Charlie stood up. "FINISH ME! PLEASE! MY GOD! FINISH ME! she yelped. "Not yet," he said, "tonight's my night.

"PLEASE CHARLIE, PLEASE!" she pleaded.

Standing over her body, Charlie told her "Pull up your top." Meekly, she obeyed. She wasn't wearing a bra and her magnificent breasts jutted out. Charlie slowly stood and unzipped his pants. His erect penis stood out proudly. He began a slow stroking, and touched her pussy. She shook from the contact, never taking her eyes off of the cock in front of her. "I always dreamed what it would be like for you to suck my cock, so do it, tease, suck my cock."

Shifting her position, she sat on the edge of the booth and slowly took hold of Charlie's hot throbbing dick. Licking it slowly, bathing it in saliva, she kept the head in her mouth as she slowly stroked the shaft with her hand. Charlie growled at the contact. Damn, her mouth was good! Running her tongue all over the tip, she slowwly jacked him off into her mouth. "Open your eyes and look at me" he said. Slowly her sex glazed eyes opened and looked at Charlie directly.

"Do you like sucking my cock?" he asked.

Taking her mouth off the tip, still jacking him with one hand, she replied, "I thought about this all week since I saw you in the shower. You could have fucked me then. I've wanted you ever since."

Dropping her head again to his prick, she took him back into her mouth. Moving her hand away, she began sliding him deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth, until she had him completely in her throat. Sliding up and down his pole, she began a slow rhythm that was driving Charlie crazy. Withdrawing, until he was completely out of her, she said, "Do you want to fuck my face? I want you to fuck my face." Charlie needed no prompting as her aggressively held her head in his hands and starting thrusting in and out of her hot mouth. She would gag when he would go deepest, and the sensation of her throat tightening around his hot muscle drove Charlie into a frenzy. His hips became a blur as he pistoned in an out of her hungry mouth. She was an excellent cocksucker. Slowly she snaked a hand too massage his balls, and withdrawing his prick once again, said "I'm sorry for ever teasing you Charlie. It was all in fun and I didn't mean anything. Sucking your cock has gotten me so hot! Can you fuck me now, PLEASE?"

Still jacking his cock, she looked at him with pleading eyes. "Soon enough," was his reply. "I'm going to cum in your mouth and you are going to swallow it."

"But Charlie," she protested, "I don't do that, please, anything else, but that."

"You should have thought about that before you teased me."

Guiding his cock back to her mouth, he began a forceful face fuck as she whimpered. Charlie could feel the semen rushing through his dick, and, thrusting fully into her throat, emptied spurt after spurt of cum. She gagged a little at first, but proceeded to drink his entire load.

When he was finished, she said "That wasn't bad at all, I hardly tasted it. Can we do...the other now?"

Charlie grinned and moved down between her thighs. She let out a surprised "OOHH MY GOD!" as his tongue once again invaded her slit. His tongue traveled up and down, side to side and soon, she was about to orgasm. Sensing this, Charlie thrust a finger into her snatch, and placed his mouth directly over her clitoris, nipping it with his lips. "OOHHH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!" she screamed, as Charlie's face and fingers were bathed in her juice. Never stopping the onslaught, he brought her to another shivering, shrieking orgasm before he stood up. Struggling to catch her breath, she looked at Charlie and his still erect cock.

Picking up her limp body, her brought it to the railing overlooking the packed nightclub. "Charlie? What are you uuugugh..." she cut off as she felt Charlie's dick start pounding into her from behind. It was too surreal for Crystal. She was leaning over the rail, in full view of the club, fucking her boyfriend's friend. The sensation was overwhelming.

Charlie was mercilessly pounding her lubricated slit. Holding unto her hips, he reamed her spasming pussy like a machine, rocketing out and then back in at a frantic pace. She was screaming "YES!YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Charlie roughly pulled back her blond ponytail and placed a hand over her mouth. "Do you like it when I pull your hair? Can you feel me in you? Do you like it rough?" he stammered in her ear through the thrusting. "Everyone in the club can see you getting fucked. Does that turn you on?"

Crystal was awash in orgasm. Her head felt like it was going to explode. "YES! FUCKER! PULL MY HAIR! PULL IT!" Charlie gave her hair a swift yank and whispered in her ear "I'm gonna cum all over your pretty ass. Do you want that? Want me to cum over your ass?"

"OOHHH GOD! YES! YES! CUM ON MY ASS! PLEASE! CUM ON MY AAAAASSSSS!" she cried as she had yet another violent orgasm. Her quivering pussy was too much for Charlie to take. He felt the pressure in his balls building. Pulling out, he placed his dick between the cheeks of her ass, and using her own lubrication, became furiously fisting himself. Pulling back even harder on her hair, he said "FEEL IT! FEEL MY CUM!"

Growling, his dick started shooting pearly white semen all over the small of her back. "CUM ON MY ASS! CUM ON MY ASS! YESSSS!YESS!" she screamed.

When the orgasm was over, they both went back to the booth and sat down. "God! That was incredible!" she said. "I thought for sure we'd be seen."

Charlie answered, "Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy, Crystal. You were better than even I imagined." grinning widely. "We better be getting back"

"Well, I don't know if I can go home like THIS," she laughed. "Do you know where I could take a shower?" with a mischievous look in her eye.

She Had It Coming



Kiandra didn't know how she'd gotten into this situation. She'd only come to collect her textbook that her best friend, Tessy had borrowed weeks ago. 

Kiandra knew Tessy was out of town visiting her folks, but she needed that book for an assignment. Tessy lived with her boyfriend, so Kiandra figured that at least he'd be home, and she could get the book. She'd even called Tessy last night to confirm.

"Yeah, Lucas would be home," Tessy told her airily. "I'll tell him to expect you. The book is on the shelf with my other stuff. Sorry I kept it so long."

"No problem, Tess," Kiandra had replied, her heart thumping a little as she thought of seeing Lucas, Tessy's long-time boyfriend. They got along quite well ever since he'd started dating her friend a year ago. He was easy-going and friendly but that only added to her fancying him like mad. That was because he was such a good-looking hunk. And of course Tessy's stories about how hot he was in bed did a lot to add to the crush.

To make extra sure though, she called his number that morning to ask when she could come get the book. "I'll be home sevenish," he told her in his gravel-grinding voice that made her thighs quiver.

"I'm expecting a friend or two later, but you can come over. Are you bringing anyone."

"Do you want me to?" she asked quizzically.

"No, actually. I know all you ladies tag each other around like tote bags, but I'd rather you came alone."

Kiandra's heart had skipped at those words. she'd always sensed, in the way he looked at her sometimes, that he fancied her a little. She was a lot skinnier than the curvy Tessy, but she had a lot of bust to make up for it. No one would call her a beauty queen but she kept herself neat and dressed well. She knew she wasn't so bad looking, and many guys told her they liked her eyes.

"Ok, Lucas. I will," she'd replied breathlessly.

She was ringing his bell at seven sharp. It was a chilly evening but she'd opted to wear a flowery, flimsy top over a pair of jeans. A minute or two passed and she had to press the bell again before he opened it.

"Sorry about that. I was in the shower," he said, rubbing a towel over his head, his lower half barely covered in a pair of boxers. His otherwise naked body glistened with moisture and her eyes fairly bulged at the sight of his fit, well-toned body.

"Come on in," he said, when she just stood there gaping. He flung the towel aside as she walked past him, surprising her by suddenly taking her waist and pulling her to him. "What, no hug?"

Suddenly shy, though they'd shared several warm embraces, even in front of Tessy, she hesitated. All he had on were the smallest boxer shorts she'd ever seen and her eyes peeked down and noticed there was a healthy bulge there already.

She tried for a casual embrace, but he drew her well into his strong arms, and she felt the heaviness of her breasts press against his manly chest. Her nipples seemed to harden instantly at the impact, her nose assailed by the warm, fresh scent of him. Her body reacted to his so fast she was embarrassed. She tried to draw away, but he held her fast, his hands slipping down to her narrow hips, before lifting her thighs to wrap around his waist.

"Lucas! What---?" she exclaimed, her arms going round his neck to support herself, amazed when he seemed to be heading them toward the nearby bed.

Her back landed on the mattress and she looked up at him in alarm. "Just what are you doing, Lucas? You're Tessy's man!"

She looked up at him and it was like she didn't recognise him. "You knew that before you came here. Or do you think I don't know what you want?" he growled, his hands working on the button of her jeans.

"I.. I came to get my book--"

"Stuff the book," he said, scoffing. "This is what you came for." And with that, he pulled her flimsy top apart, revealing her breasts in their lacy D-cups. He unhooked the front expertly, and the heavy mounds burst free, the nipples fat and pink. She gasped when he squeezed them hard in his big, strong hands.

"No..Lucas, please, I don't want.."

"Ssh," he said with soft menace, his eyes smouldering. "You've always wanted this. I know what a slut you are. Half the boys in your faculty know that. And Tessy tells me a lot about your escapades."

"They're..they're all lies," she gasped, trying to cover her heaving breasts, her heart pounding as he reached down to peel off her jeans effortlessly. He was so strong she didn't know how she could fight him. 

"Yeah right," he muttered, staring down at her lacy black g-string. Without a word, a slipped a finger through it and tore it off. She yelped, trying to close her knees, only for him to yank them apart, opening the lightly-trimmed vee of her pussy to his heated gaze.

"You came here looking like a slut, your tits out. Not the way to dress to your best friend's man's house huh? You've been asking for it for months. That's why you came over when you knew she'd be away. You're a slut and tonight we'll treat you like one."

Kiandra gasped, her eyes widening. "W..we?" 

But she couldn't say more because just then, he moved forward and practically sat on her chest, pulling his cock out.

"Suck, bitch. I know you like to," he commanded roughly.

Kiandra's eyes bulged at the sight of his dick. It hung heavy and long in his hand, and he was only half erect but he was at least nine and a half inches. The weight of him on her was gruesome but not as much as the thought of what he wanted her to do. She'd always had fantasies about him making love to her, romantic ones. Not this cruel, unfeeling attack, like she was a dog. She turned her face from his throbbing member.

"No, Lucas," she sobbed. "Let me go, please. I'm sorry I came. I'll--I'll just dress up and go..."

"Too late," he chuckled wicked, stroking himself into hardness, his cap suddenly swelling red and fat before her very eyes. Her pussy seemed to quiver with desire even as her heart filled with fear. This wasn't the Lucas she'd thought she knew. Who was this animal? God, what a big fool she'd been to get herself into this.

She still lay trapped beneath him, naked and helpless, his thick cock in her face, pressing at her closed lips.

"Take it in your mouth, slut," he snarled. "I promise you I'm far nicer than my friends. They won't ask so nicely."

Her eyes widened even more. She wondered if she could scream. Then knew it was pointless. Lucas' flat was the last on the close, quite far from the next house on the posh, quiet street. She'd always envied them their classy, secluded pad because she shared a room on campus with two other girls. But now she felt far from envious.

"Bitch, I said blow me," he ordered with such ferocity that she found herself opening and mouth, fairly choking when he promptly stuffed himself virtually down her throat.

"Aah yes, take it all, bitch, yess," he moaned, throwing his head back. He fucked her mouth rapidly, making her gag. She was afraid she'd choke to death if he didn't stop. Her whole frame was trapped so she could hardly move away. This went on for several minutes as she gasped for breath even as she sucked him. Tears were streaming down her face but he took no notice.

Just then, the door burst open and she heard voices. "Damn, Luke, you couldn't wait for us, could you," one deep, rough voice complained, and Kiandra let out a soundless cry. Now what? her terrified mind wondered. She tried to look around him but she couldn't. Her heart raced with even more fear.

"Yeah, he started the party already," another voice, which she didn't recognise either, said.

Not taking himself out of her mouth, he looked back slightly. "Had to get her going for y'all, okay? Set the tone for the show."

"Good man," the rough-voiced one approved. Kiandra heard belts unbuckling, thumping to the floor; Lucas fucked her mouth some more. Her eyes looked up at him pleadingly but he ignored her.

"You'll enjoy it, never mind," he assured her in a mocking voice. "I know you've had a lot of cocks, but have you tried three at once? It'll be a blast."

With that he climbed off her, finally leaving her exposed and alone on the large, tousled bed. She raised herself on her elbows to find three of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen standing in front of her. The other two guys, who looked heavily built, like bouncers, had stripped off and stood nude and proud before her. Lucas was quickly following suit and kicking off his boxers. 

She stared around as if it had to be a bad dream. They were fisting their cocks and talking like she wasn't there.

"You were right, Luke. She looks hot and fuckable. Not much of a looker but those tits are like ripe watermelons." The guy with the rough voice had the look of someone Kiandra would normally not want to cross on a dark, lonely street. They had to all be students but they looked so mean she wondered how Lucas could know such guys.

"Yeah," the second guy agreed, his eyes fixed on her swaying boobs. "Hot tits, nice looking pussy. I can't wait to fuck all her holes man." He looked less menacing than the other, but his dick was the biggest of all and so Kiandra felt it right to fear him the most. All her holes! She found herself struggling out of the bed.

"L.look, guys, what ever you heard about me, I'm innocent. Please just let me go. Lucas," she looked his way pleadingly, but he shrugged.

"These two guys have been dying to meet you, Kiandra. When I told them you were Tessy's friend, they nicely asked me to get you for them. We all heard you're an easy lay so we figured you wouldn't mind being generous to three horny fellows. Tessy's been away a while and I've got my needs, you know. So you can bet I'll be joining in."

"Just do as we say, okay?" said Rough Voice. "And you just might enjoy it. You see this?" he lifted a fat, thick fist. "I once punched a guy in the face and he had to be hospitalised for a week. We're not the kind to be messed with, okay. Around campus I'm known as Flank. You breathe a word about what happens to you here, and you'll wish you were dead."

At the sound of that name, Kiandra's knees began to quiver. How could Lucas do this to her? Every one knew Flank. She'd never seen him but his reputation preceded him. A fitness freak, he was the meanest guy in the school, linked to a drug family of some sorts. He should have graduated years ago but he hadn't, but he refused to drop out though he had to be thick as a brick in the brains department. Looking down at his cock she conceded he was thick in other areas too. Very thick. She swallowed convulsively.

"That's it, bitch," he nodded. "Come to terms with it. You came here to get some, and we guarantee you'll get a lot of it. Now on your knees, I need to put this cock in your mouth. I'm beginning to catch a chill."

She heard the other two chuckle, even Lucas, and she shakily went to her knees in front of Flank. He had a huge, broad chest, which tapered into a tiny waist in a vee. She wondered if that was where he got his nickname from. Her lips parted and he buried himself into her mouth, making her gag. His musty smell filled her nostrils. She tried not to cry, telling herself that if she could just get over with it, she could go home. The ordeal wouldn't last forever.

"Oh yeah," she heard Flank groan, his hips twisting as he fucked her mouth. She shut her eyes as she felt the other guy begin to caress her breasts roughly. He fiddled with her nipples, pinching and pulling. On the other side of her, she heard Lucas come up and press his own dick against her ear. She refused to look at him, her eyelids squeezed tight. She refused to even think, just endure.

"Here, grab a handful of this," Lucas said humourously, taking one of her hands and wrapping it around his cock, making her fist him. Unable to demur, she stroked his dick while sucking on Flank's. The third guy, silent, still caressed her breasts with one hand while he fisted himself. She tried not to jump when he suddenly reached down and stuck his fingers in her pussy.

"Damnit, guys, she's freaking wet! Practically soaking! She's loving this, the slut," he chuckled gleefully, pushing her knees apart and thrusting two fingers up her cunt. Kiandra wanted to die with shame.

Yes, she was loving it. The thick, long dick in her mouth tasted good; she didn't need to be told to suck it hard. She couldn't take it all in but she did her best, feeling each ridge and vein on the monster cock. She heard Flank grunt as her tongue flicked over his mushroom cap. She hated it, but she loved it.

"Told ya she was hot," Lucas whooped, covering her hand with his and making her fist him faster. She felt him slip one hand down her back to cup her ass cheeks, before smacking it. "She'll do anything we want, guys. And not because we forced her to."

Flank suddenly pulled away with a pop, and she sneaked a peek through her lashes. Why did he do that, wasn't she doing it right? But the third guy, who she still didn't know his name, took his place.

"My turn," he said, his hand holding his huge cock at the base but that still left plenty for Kiandra to handle. She gulped in air hungrily, before taking her free hand and wrapping it around his thick length. She had never, ever seen a dick that big. The cap was a little narrow, but it thickened down to the root, so fat she couldn't get her whole hand around it. She found herself mouthing it almost lovingly.

"That's it, baby, suck it like you mean it," he ordered, and she obeyed enthusiastically. Behind her, she felt Flank feel up her pussy. "Wet as a mutherfucker. Damn, I can't wait to ram her."

"Just do it, Flank," Lucas chuckled in that his evil way, and Kiandra loathed him. If she could kill him, she would. Lucas, whom she'd trusted, adored, desired---was doing this to her. She'd never forgive him for this.

But she couldn't think about that now. She sucked hungrily on the cock in her mouth, her jaw aching as she kept taking in as much as she could. She felt Flank slip deep into her cunt from behind, and she moaned over the dick in her mouth as he filled her to stretching.

"Ah, yes," Flank groaned, pushing in to the hilt at once, making Kiandra's eyes water with pain. She loved it.

"Fuck that dick," Lucas commanded, watching as Flank's cock began to pound into her pussy. She pushed against Flank's thrusts, her thighs quivering with pleasure at the tightness of the fuck. Damn, it felt so good. She sucked even faster on the dick before her.

Lucas seemed to be acting the benevolent voyeur, watching his friends enjoy her while he just stroked himself and watched indulgently, occasionally grabbing a tit and squeezing.

Flank slammed against her ass, groaning loudly as he gripped her waist, fucking her hard. "Yes bitch, you like it wild, don't you. You're one hot slut," he gasped, slipping a hand underneath to flicker her clit. She moaned in delight, sucking harder on the cock in her mouth. The sounds of pleasure filled the room, far from the screams and tears of fear she knew should be heard. But the only screams coming from her mouth were of pleasure as Flank expertly stroked and fucked her to her first climax

She no longer wondered how she'd gotten into this situation. She began to wonder how long she could make it last.



She Had It Coming



I do not know what I was feeling but I wasn't happy, wasn't happy about what had just happen, wasn't happy about what I had just done. My emotions were all over the map even breaking down each emotion led to even more confusion no one feeling was concrete clear to me.

Fear, of course, I had just committed major felony. If I was caught and convicted, I could do serious time, hell maybe life. Not to mention what it would do to my family. Probably kill my mother she was not in the best of health anyway. She would be better off if I died in some accident or even was shot in a drive by, at least then the shame wouldn't kill her. She would not blame herself and she still had my brothers and sisters. My bothers could convince her, it was an unfortunate accident, wrong place at the wrong time deal or just Gods will. Yeah, if they could convince that God needed me, hell, she would not skip a beat, cry sure, she just lost her baby but at least she had not raised a criminal, a rapist not less.

That wasn't even the worst of the fears. The fact that I could convince myself to rationalize it was justifiable. That is what scared me the most. That was not me. Jesus up until twelve hours ago the worst crime I had committed was smoke pot every now and then. Revenge, because that bitch offended me, hurt my feelings, shit I had suffered much worst indignation before and just let it slide. What next murder, shoot some poor dumb asshole because he was having a bad day and flipped me off in traffic. 

Next on the laundry list of emotions had to be guilt. I was feeling guilty for what I had done. Sure, what I had done was wrong, no doubt about that. I had not really hurt her, scared the bajeezus out of her for sure but that was what I had intended. Hurt her yes, nothing that would hurt more than a day or two sore muscles, a small bruise here or there from the spanking and the love bites. The spanking, yeah, that was sweet. I loved the way her ass would jiggle after every smack. The way she was trying to act all tough as if it didn't hurt, but she made those little sniffling, whimpering sounds and in the end the tears did come. I had accomplished everything I set out to. The worst hurt she would suffer was fear, the fear that if it happened once it could happen again. 

Sympathy, this is the one emotion that bothered and confused me the most. Why was I feeling sorry for her? That bitch never was sorry for anything. It wasn't just me, it was everybody that she thought she was better than and treated like shit. Looking down her nose at every one she thought she was superior too. I was feeling sorry for her but for the life of me I did know why. She had never felt sorry for anyone she had mistreated.

The other side of all the bad emotions was the good ones I was experiencing. Emotional crusaders battling to rule the tortured domain that mind was now, the victors to become memories, good or bad for what I had done. 

I had formulated the perfect plan and pulled it off flawlessly. Timing and execution perfect. I would be clear across the country in a couple of days. I had great new job and a new home, in sunny California, three thousand miles away. She had seen my face yes, but she did not know my name nor did anyone she knew. No one in the bar knew me by name or any thing about me, where I worked, where I lived, where I came from or where I was going. I am the quiet, shy, private type, how much could learn about some stranger in a bar a couple of drinks a night in the few times I'd been in the joint. Even the bartenders would not remember me, the place was always busy, and I always paid cash and didn't run a tab. 

I had just had one of the best lays of my life, no quickie either. I fucked her repeatedly during the twenty-four hours I kept her captive in her own home. I think she may have even liked it. 

I started to replay the whole thing in my mind just to see if I had forgotten some small detail. Had I made one slip up, from the moment, I first laid eyes on the bitch until now. I was already seven hundred miles away and twelve hours since I had raped her and left her tied up on her bed. In another hour, I would stop at an interstate rest area. Make the call to one of her friends. Tell them they had better go rescue her before she pissed herself. 

The final humiliation was the way I had left her, tied up on her bed in a puddle of sweat, a life like vibrating dildo secure in her twat and buzzing away. Just like it had been for every other half hour for the last twelve hours. No need to worry about the batteries running down this was the expensive type vibrator you plug in to the wall socket. The digital on/off switch was a great touch. The big black vibrating cock and the black stud white slut magazine with only her fingerprints and lipstick prints on it. With her high-heeled boots, garter belt, hose and shelf bra on. She would have a hard time convincing her friends and the cops that a rape had occurred and not a naughty play date gone wrong. I really couldn't imagine the cops not laughing their asses off over this crime scene. They would all want the crime scene photos for their files. She would never live this down with her stuck up friends knowing at the very least she had a dark kinky side; she was more than the holier than thou, high society, and academic

Sophisticated woman they thought she was, she liked to get down and dirty. 

It was a typical hot Florida summer day. I just gotten off work and pull off the freeway to get a cool libation and kill some time while the Orlando traffic let up a bit before I headed home. I had driven by this place many times before and it caught my eye.

I was just about to get out of my truck when I saw her pull in the parking lot. The red BMW convertible drew my focus for sure but the good-looking blonde-haired hottie driving it really piqued my interest. When she swung her shapely legs out of the Beamer, perched a top some nice white spike heel pumps, she had my full attention. The short skirt of her clean white suit had ridden up high exposing lots of her tanned thighs, obviously from many afternoons lying by the pool. The best was yet to come, when she leaned forward to get up and out of the car, I thought she would bust out of the silver satin blouse she had on. If they were real, God had certainly graced her with a beautiful bounty. Her tits were amazing, large, and firm, you could see her hard nipples as round points in the shiny material of her satin blouse. 

I had to get a closer look at this girl, for sure. I followed her in at a distance and as nice as her slow reveal was when she exited her car. The full package on the move was spectacular. Her skirt suit fit her tight and her ass did a sweet side-to-side dance as she strode toward the entrance. Her high-heeled pumps made her tanned legs long, well defined and accentuated the little cut in her calf muscles. Her gate showed grace, confidence and elegance. Her blond hair glisten in the sun light, even if it did come from a bottle as I suspected. She was a delight to behold. 

I watched her sit down at the bar, the bar tender brought her a drink without her asking, she was obviously a regular, I surmised. The fellow sitting next to her said something to her. I couldn't hear what she replied, but from the look on her face, I'm sure it wasn't pleasant. The man recoiled then got up and moved to the end of the bar. The look she gave him as he walked away was pure disgust. I figured he must have said some thing insulting. I decided to proceed with caution and if not to engage her at least take a closer look. 

When I sat down on the vacant stool next to her, she took a quick glance at me, rolled her eyes and let out a perturbed almost imperceptible sigh, then mumbled something under her breath and turned her back to me. Strike one. 

She smelled wonderful not the over powering perfume smell like many women have but a light subtle scent, which just tickles your olfactory sense. It was pleasant and airy like walking by a flower garden, not the stick a flower in your nose, overpowering. Her hair was even prettier up close it shone brilliantly. There were no dark roots, if it was from a bottle you could not tell. I ordered a Budweiser and lit Marlboro. "How typically boorish and redneck" were the first words she said to me. I'm sorry I replied, snuffing out my smoke. Strike two. 

I thought for a moment about pointing out there were many others at the bar smoking, but thought better of it. I could not believe how beautiful she was up close. Her captivating eyes were two brilliant blue Safire's. She had sexy, full, supple and pouty lips with sparkling white perfect teeth. A cute nose and the flawless complexion of an air brushed model in a Cover Girl makeup advertisement from a fashion magazine. 

When the bartender ask me if I would like another I said please and give the gorgeous Lady another on me while you're at it. "I would like another drink but I can afford to pay for myself. More so than some poor, dumb assed slob of a construction worker who thinks if they buy you a drink, they can get in your pants or chat you up. When in fact they don't have anything intelligent or interesting to say if you did attempt a conversation with them", she barked at me loud enough for half the bar to hear. That wasn't my motivation; I merely thought it might temper the foul mood you have. I am sure that someone as stunningly beautiful as you would not be looking to be picked up in a bar. I am sure you already have a long list of men, stupid enough to put up with your crappy attitude. Just to get a piece of your sweet ass. I am not one of them and never thought for a moment I could be. She asks for her check and told the bar keep, she would wait for her friends at the empty table in the corner. Strike three, you are out of here buddy nice try, I thought.

Now, I'm not dumb, not poor and hardly a slob and have plenty of intelligent and interesting subjects to talk about. I am a high paid professional, educated, well read and travel the world and country as part of my job. I am in the construction field true, but I am a structural specialist sent from project to project to fix problems or bring jobs that have fallen behind schedule up to speed. You won't see dirt under these manicured nails. I spend most of my time in an office dealing with all manner of people. 

After she left, the bartender told me not to let that bitch bother me. She comes in here every Wednesday night, never has a kind word for anyone. Sure, she's beautiful but she is a first class stuck up bitch, she may be able to afford to pay for her own drinks but she don't tip for shit, she is as cheap as she is beautiful. Some body needs to take that bitch down a notch or two; she's probably a lousy fuck anyway. Wait until you see the geek losers she calls friends.

Well that is about it, not much motivation to rape some bitch. I guess, but the bartender was right on all counts, a beautiful bitch that needs to be taken down a notch. The lousy fuck part was still to be proven. I decided right then that I might just be the man to do it. 

I switched to alcohol free beers, didn't run a tab and tipped the bar keep well after every beer. I watched her the entire night as she interacted with her friends. I kept a low profile and observed. When they asked for their check I slipped away unnoticed and waited in my truck for her to come out. I followed her home and hung back far enough she did not see me or suspect anything, she had drank six cosmopolitans by my count and had to have a good buzz going. 

I cased her neighborhood, she lived at the end of a quiet dead end street, the houses were well spaced apart, the yards had lots of trees and screening landscaping, all good. There were no streetlights and there was a pathway on one side of her home leading to a small wooded park behind it, good. I had stopped up the street several lots away with my lights off as I followed her down her street. I got out and walked down to her house when she went in. I stood behind a large tree and followed her movement, by the lights she turned on and off in her home. I drove around the neighborhood checking things out.

The next evening I parked in the parking lot of the small park and observed the goings on in the park, around her home and her neighbors. Hidden in the woods, I watched the back of her home and her activity. I did this for several nights and nobody noticed me, there was little activity on her street and she had no contact with her neighbors, not even a hello. The next Wednesday I saw her at the bar but did not sit by her and when I walk by her we made eye contact and I just said hello not even pausing. She said nothing but rolled her eyes and looked away as if I did not exist. I waited at the end of the bar until her friends showed up and they all sat in a booth. I left figuring I had at least two hours to get in and case her place, get the layout of her home and get out. That was all I needed to finalize my plans and figure out all the details of the lesson she was about to learn.

The following Wednesday evening I was at the bar when her friends came in I slipped out again unnoticed. I had spend the previous three weeks planning every detail and collecting all my accessories for her night of terror. Well more than a night actually I was going to hold her captive in her own home and rape her for twenty for hours. I was not going to hurt her well not much. Spanking being the worst and some rough sexual play, BDSM, sodomy, lots of humiliating, degrading acts. No serious pain, no permanent marks just plain old hard fucking. Sure, she would be tied up, but I would try to make her as comfortable as I could. I had many toys to make it interesting, even Viagra to keep me going and going and going, the energizer fuck bunny so to speak. No quick fuck and run rape, I was going to make this last and leave a lasting impression on the gorgeous bitch. I was going to enjoy this. I had my escape planned in detail. I would leave no traceable evidence, no fingerprints, no DNA, nothing.

I was going to surprise her, silence and immobilize her the moment she walked in and closed her door. I had everything ready up stairs in her bedroom, restraints that were already fixed to her bed. Hood, gag, toys, extra gloves, spermicidal lube, deposable douche, switches, paddle, nipple clamps and enema bag can't leave any DNA now can we. With everything ready, I had at least an hour maybe two to relax and wait. I sat where I could see her arrive, drank a beer and took a Viagra. I did not need this for a normal night of sex. Under normal circumstances with the right partner, I could please my partner and get off twice myself. 

I had timed everything perfectly with everything set and ready, she pulled in to her driveway at ten fifteen. I watched as she came up the stairs to her front porch. She was more than a bit tipsy, and she had to lean on the wrought iron handrail to keep her balance. Given her drunken state, it would only make subduing her than much easier. I could hear her fumbling with her keys in the lock and talking to her self. When she stepped inside she didn't close her door she just leaned back against and it slammed shut with her falling back against it laughing. I waited behind the wall that separated the foyer from the living room. 

She took three steps toward the stairs, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. When she passed the living room, I sprang from behind the wall. I put my right arm around her neck slapped my left hand over here mouth stifling her scream, in the palm of my left hand I had a piece of duct tape that I had applied as I cupped her mouth. With the tape effectively silencing her, I grabbed her left arm with my left hand and my right hand her right arm. My knees hit the back of hers and her legs buckled under her, she fell to the floor on her knees. I sat on the back of her calves and pulled the short piece cotton clothesline rope from my pocket. I had it prepared with a loop and slip knot, just like a rodeo cowboy in the calf roping event. I looped it around both wrists then wrapped the remaining length of rope three times around her wrists, fed the end between her wrists and pulled it tight wedging it under the coils wrapping her wrist. In seconds I had her tied, gagged and completely under my control. 

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, with my mouth behind her ear I told her if you fight to much I will be forced to hurt you. The more you fight the more I hurt you. Understand Bitch? She was whimpering behind the tape gag but nodded yes and mumbled some thing I could not understand. Her eyes were wide with fear and her nostrils flared as she sucked in air. I inhaled deeply taking in her scent, it was sweet but different I could smell her fear she was scared and trembling. I got up on my knees and straddled her legs. I groped her body roughly squeezing her breast harshly. I slid one hand around her neck and held it firmly not tight enough to choke her, but I could feel her muscles tense. 

I remembered what she was wearing at the bar earlier that evening. A tight gray skirt suit and cream-colored silk blouse unbuttoned to show her ample cleavage. Her button front skirt unbuttoned to show plenty of her tanned thighs, I thought it was as expensive as it was sexy. I released my grip on her neck, slid my hand up between her thighs from behind, and grabbed her panty-covered pussy. She was soaking wet, dripping wet. She was either highly aroused or had wet her self. I brought my hand to my face and inhaled deeply I could taste her scent, no piss here this bitch was turned on she smell sweet and delicious I licked my hand savoring her arousal. 

My hands moved to her chest and I traced my hands on her bare skin exposed by her open blouse I could feel the swelled curve of her heaving breast they were hot and moist. I curled my fingers under her blouse and inside the cups of her bra, ripping out to both sides violently; her large tits sprang free bouncing and jiggling. I pulled her blouse and blazer off her shoulders and down her arms tied behind her, pulling her elbows together in the center of her back. This forced her naked tits out and up she arched her back. Her head was thrown back and rested on my shoulder to relive the pressure in her bound arms. My hands were forcefully kneading her large, firm, tight breast. These puppies were real no manmade enhancements, just a gift from god. 

I found her hard nipples twisting the them, pulling them hard making her tit flesh point out lewdly and lifting the heavy breast off her chest suspending them in air as if defying gravity. She shrieked into her duck tape gag, it was a pained noise for sure. I released her tortured nipples and her tits fell and shook her as they slapped her ribs. She let out a deep noisy breath form her nostrils and her body relaxed no longer tensed in pain. God your beautiful bitch, I'm going to enjoy punishing your body, I told her.

I stood and pulled her to her feet, ushering her into the living room. I bent her over the thick padded arm of a leather chair; her head resting in the seat sank in to the soft cushion. I grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and jerked it up and over her ass wiggling it up under her stomach and pinning between her stomach and the arm of the chair. I quickly stepped out of my black sweat pants my Viagra aided stiff cock swung in front of me. I kicked her feet apart exposing her wet panties that clung to her ass and pussy. She was mumbling shaking her head side to side, I could make out muffled words, no please, don't she slammed her thighs shut and tried to wiggle off the arm. I raised my arm a smacked her white ass hard, the loud smack sounding like a firecracker. A bright red handprint immediately appeared on the white flesh of her rump framed by sharp dark tan lines, caused by her bikini. I violently ripped her panties off tearing the thin silky material and yanked them so hard from underneath her; the force lifted her from the chair arm. 




She Had It Coming



I began to rain down a storm of hard smacks to her ass with both of my hands; each blow raised a distinct red imprint of my hand with thin white lines where between my fingers. So hard were the bows it stung my hand. I could only imagine how much it hurt her but her loud whaling from beneath her duct tape gag gave me a good impression it hurt plenty. I stopped and leaned over her to turn on the lamp on the side table. My naked cock pressed into her ass when I stretched and extended my arm to reach the lamp. I could feel the heat from the soft cheeks of her battered rear. 

In the soft glow of the light from the lamp, I could see there were no handprints; her whole ass was now one deep red mass of flesh. I pulled her to her feet I stepped between her and the chair. My hands were on her ass it was hot, you could feel the heat radiating from it, I squeezed it and she winced, and let out a pained sound. I looked at her and she was a mess, tear streaked make up, drool and a running nose dripped on her face. Her hair was plastered to her face and her beautiful blue eyes were puffy and red. I felt sorry for her she wasn't the angry stuck up bitch I had wanted to punish. Her clothes were in tatters, she was a bound slobbery mess. I picked up the ripped panties from the arm of the chair and wiped her face. I spoke softly and told her I was going to take the tape off her mouth so she could breathe, she was trembling and shaking and the fear and terror still showed on her face, but if she screamed, I would hurt her worst and gag her again. She shook her head yes.

I grabbed a corner of the tape and ripped it off quickly in one swift motion hoping to lessen the pain. Owee, your bastard she hollered not quite a scream, then as if catching her self she closed her mouth and silently, wide eyed, waited for my reaction. She looked into my eyes; my face was covered with a spandex hood with holes for my eyes, nose and mouth. I smiled knowing her outburst was from pain not an attempt to attract attention. My hands still rested on her the red hot flesh of her ass; I wasn't squeezing her now just rubbing gently. She, sensing I wasn't going to punch her lights out, she began a litany of questions why are you doing this, who are you, don't do this please, I can pay you, please let me go, don't hurt me, please don't do this. I pulled her close with my hands on her ass my cock pressed it to a wet mass of matted pubic hair, her triangular shaped bush of thick dark pubic hair surrounded my cock and balls. I pushed her back and saw the tangled dark mass of hair, with curls of her dark hair breaking up the straight line of her tan lines. 

Jesus girl when's the last time you trimmed that thing, it stood out from her body at least an inch maybe two, you couldn't even see her pussy. It had to be the hairiest pussy I had even seen in sometime. I stuck my fingers into the dark hairy mass and probed for an opening. Her pubic hair was surprising soft and silky, not at all gross, as I initially had thought, actually it was turning me on. When I found her wet slit, I ran a finger up and down it and then plunged two fingers into her cunt hole all they way to the knuckles. When she tried to pull away stepping back. I grabbed a hand full of pubic hair and pulled her back to me. Ouch, she screamed not too loudly before taking little mincing steps toward me, until I loosed my grip. She again was pleading, please don't hurt me, don't do this, but I was hearing none of it. 

I pushed her again face down across the arm of the chair I rubbed the head of my cock through her hairy snatch. I found the wet hole, grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back, and thrusting forward at the same time I hit bottom and she let out a deep gaaahh sound I started to pounded into her just hard as I could slapping flesh thighs on thighs and my pubic area slamming into her red ass each stroke. Gaah, gaah, gaah, was all she said every time I plunge. I squeeze large hand full's of her hips and hung on tight. Pushing and pulling her backward and forward with the movements of my thrusting cock. This was no gentle love making I wasn't trying to please her this was punishment, hard fucking no thought given to her pleasure, she started to moan and tell me yeah fuck me hard you bastard. 

I thought she was having just a little more fun than I wanted her to have. I don't know if she liked what was happening at least at that very moment or did the natural physical stimulation take over I was pounding deep, hard and fast in to her vagina and her clit was being rubbed by the soft leather chair arm, her own weight pressing down as I pulled her back and forth. 

When I heard her voice start to raise cadence as I suspected her impending orgasm. I pulled out; drug her off the chair to a sitting position on the floor. I straddled

her legs. With my cock dripping her juices and my precum, inches from her face. I slapped her lips with my cock. I told her open wide now and don't bite or I'll knock those pretty teeth out. I grabbed to hand fulls of her soft silky blonde hair and stuffed my cock down her throat. She coughed, choked and gagged trying to spit out my cock. I withdrew and when she took a deep breath, I plunged back in until she gagged again. I kept this up for a good five minutes, until she started to swallow my cock with out gagging.

When she did I began to throat fuck her with a steady pace withdrawing as soon as I was all the in her throat. She match the speed of her breathing and my thrusting, even sucking hard when I pulled out and relaxing when I pushed back in. She was giving my cock a good and proper deep throat blowjob. When I came, I shot the first spurt down her throat, the second in her mouth and the third on her pretty face. She was looking me in the eyes the whole time at least every time I opened mine she was. I was enjoying her efforts. I swear she had a rye smile and look of pride and accomplishment on her face after she swallowed my load and opened her mouth as if to say all gone. I fed her the cum on her face with my cock, she gobbled it up and cleaned my cock with her tongue, like a momma cat does her kittens. 

I pulled her up to her feet; she continued to babble at me. Are you going to let me go now, please I've done what you wanted, you've had your fun now let me go, leave me alone. Just go away you bastard. I had begun to feel sorry for her but the bastard comment pissed me off, not that it wasn't uncalled for I had just raped the bitch. I just wanted more. I picked up the wet torn panties tied a knot in them and stuffed them into her mouth just to shut her up. I was not done with her yet. I yanked her skirt down and made her step out of it. I then pushed her up stairs, slapping her swaying ass every stair she climbed.

When she entered her bedroom, she froze, seeing all the accessories spread on her bed. She tried to say something but with knotted panties in her mouth, I could not make out what she was saying. Pulling the panties from her mouth, she started babbling again. What the fuck is all this, what the fuck are you going to do you fucking pervert bastard. I'm going to have some fun with you bitch, shut the fuck up, if you know what's good for you, shut up. I put the dog collar around her neck and hooked the leash to it, now I'm going to tie you to the bed and have some fun bitch, God no please I don't like to be tie up, please I'll be good my arms hurt already please. You'll be more comfortable, I going to make you more comfortable on the bed. Let me go to the bathroom please I've been drinking and really have to pee please. 

Leading her into the bathroom, she started to sit on the toilet but I gave a quick tug on the leash, shaking my head no. Into the shower girl no sitting for you, I want you to squat and pee. She did and I could see the humiliation and embarrassment on her face, she could not even look at me, God, you're a sick bastard. With out the use of her hands she could not spread her outer lips, as it first just dribbled from her hairy snatch, then streamed out and splashed her feet. She tried to stand when she was done but I stopped her and told her to lay on her side with her back to me. No fucking way, with than I just forced her down to lie in piss on the shower floor. 

I filed the enema bag with warm water; she was squirming around trying to see what I was doing but with her hands tied behind her and laying on her side it was difficult. She jumped when my fingers hit her ass with the cold lube and squirmed to fight me some more to no avail. God you're disgusting, this is sick, you're a pervert. It was hard to argue with her so I just stuck the syringe in her anus and released the clip letting the warm water began to fill her bowel. After the first bag emptied, I refilled it and gave her another quart. She was moaning in obvious discomfort from her bloated, cramping bowel, then I helped her up and to sit on the toilet. I really did find the whole ordeal quite humorous even if it was a bit gross, she didn't see the humor in it at all when she emptied her bowls. The humiliation was sweet revenge for me and quite degrading for her I 'm sure.

I put her in the shower, stripped off my black tee and stepped in with her. She could not wash her self her hands still duct taped behind her and her blouse and jacket still cinching her elbows. I washed her with some body wash, and even shampooed her hair. I was gentle and enjoyed running my soapy hands all over body. She was cooperative and had quit cussing me. She even moaned with pleasure when I dwelled for long periods while I washed washing her erogenous zones. Near the end of the shower, I untied hands removed her torn blouse, blazer and bra. I massaged her arms while I washed them. I guess I should thank you for the shower she told me, when I was drying her, but for the life of me, I don't know why, my arms were really starting to hurt. I told her I do not want to hurt you and will do so only if you force me too.

It was time for some more pain and teasing. I secured her standing spread eagle to the post of her canopy bed. I stuffed a large vibrating egg deep into her vagina. I worked her over with a whippy willow switch, on her breasts, stomach and thighs, front and insides. I had to use a ball gag to stifle her screams, The thin willow switch stung like hell and left her marked with little red lines everywhere I struck her. She would jerk on her restraints when I struck her nipples. She was sobbing and slumped in her restraints, when I released her. The marks would be gone the next morning the pain fades quickly also.

Next, I had her hands cuffed together and tied them to the center of the headboard with the length of rope already tied to it. She was on her knees with her arms stretched out, her ass sticking up, and a pile of pillows under her. I sodomized her violently not warming her up and no adjustment period either, just pounding into her hard from the beginning to the end. I did the same to her pussy this time the egg in her rectum. I fucked her pussy with no mercy. Slapping her ass and jerking her back on to my cock when I slammed into her and bottomed out. I left her slumped and sobbing on the bed. Her grunt, moans, whimpers from beneath the ball gag spurred me on.

I when to the kitchen to find something to eat and drink. The Viagra was keeping my cock up, but all the hard screwing had taken its toll on the rest of me, particularly my knees and legs. I made an omelet and toast I fixed some for my captive. She was still slumped over the pile of pillows she really could not move much bound the way she was. She did not hear me come in and when I touched her she jumped, apparently she had fallen asleep or was starting too. I untied her from the bed but clipped her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs. She had to sit Indian style legs crossed, her battered and swollen pussy now on full display. I fed her, she ate it all toast, eggs and orange juice. It was a rather surreal scene. One minute I was brutalizing her and the next feeding her like some injured bird I had rescued. She again thanked me, this time she did not plead or cuss at me. 

I unhooked her wrist and ankles and she fell back on to the bed. The leather cuffs were comfortable but being forced into one position for long periods, was not. I attached one of he ankle cuffs to the footboard so she could not slip away should I fall asleep, cuffing her hands together, I clipped them to her collar. I lay down beside her, massaged her sore limbs, and played with her tenderly. She neither resisted nor complained. She seemed enjoyed it, surreal was the only way to describe it. We fell asleep spooning with me curled in behind her. 

I woke up some time later and had my way with her again pinning her down and hooking her legs with my shoulders, forcing her knees up by her head. She struggled and cussed and I just fucked her harder, giving her little love bites all over her big tits, hard enough to leave teeth marks but not hard enough to break the skin, I know they hurt her. I know she had an orgasm I felt it. She cried her self to sleep, asking me why are you doing this to me, why? I really didn't have answer, my motive was weak. I lay awake for an hour. I felt bad my, resolve was weakening, how had it come to this. I gently stroked her thigh with the back of my hand. She stirred rolled over rested her head on my shoulder, laid her arm across my chest sighed, snuggled, and was asleep in a minute her warm breath falling on my chest. I was confused I lay still not wanting to disturb her and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke before her, she had moved off me during the night but still lay beside me, still touching me, her arm wrapped around mine. I tried to slip away with out waking her; she stirred but did not wake. I was down stairs on my second cup of coffee, going through her purse. Her name was Lynn Gordon. I heard her, where are you are you gone, hello are you still here? I poured her a cup of coffee; non-dairy creamer and sweet n low were in the cupboard by the coffee, that's how I fixed it. She was stretch out like a cat when I entered the room. She smiled said good morning. Extremely chipper for one who had been raped by a stranger, she was cuffed, and tethered to her bed. I held out the coffee, set the plate of toast and cantaloupe slices on the bed. Wow, coffee and breakfast in bed, can you untie me I have to pee. I hooked the leash to her collar untethered her ankles and hands and led her into the bathroom. She started for the toilet but stopped turned and stepped in to the shower. She bent her knees spread her pussy lips and peed looking me in the eyes, she smiled and gave little embarrassed laugh but her gaze never left me. She walked past me and said thanks I needed that. 

Sitting on the bed naked, she drank coffee and ate the plate of food, chatting away as if we were old friends. There were no marks on her that I could see, I asked if she was Okay. Great, I slept like a baby, must have been the sex, I could have done with out the spankings though and my butts a tad bit sore, but other than that I'm fine. You are fine, you are beautiful, and why are you always such a bitch Lynn, I ask her. You know my name, you know me, how do you know me, who are you? Do I know you? No, you don't know me you could have known me. I tried to talk to you, but you blew me off. You would not even say hello when I did, you insulted me, and you treated me like shit, as you do every one. She was silent not smiling any more; she stared down at the bed. 

After a long silence, she said you're right, I'm a bitch I've heard it before lots, I don't know why but I am. I'm not good with people, never have been. It was awkward; I really did not know what to say. I felt confused and just wanted to leave. I wonder if she was just playing me to get me to let my guard down, but it didn't feel that way. I won't turn you in, I won't I promise, she was looking at me still sad. Last night I liked it most of it anyway, how sick is that? I knew you wouldn't hurt me, well not at first, at first I was afraid, scared. I thought you would kill me they always kill them in the movies, rape em and kill em. I guess I knew in the shower, the way you washed me, and talked to me, said you didn't want to hurt me, I don't know why but I believed you. Then later when you fed me, I was sure, you said you would hurt if I made you but I don't think you would have. You must think I'm crazy, but I liked it I came when you fucked me, not once but lots, all night. Why did you think I slept so good, why do you think I was happy this morning. I hadn't slept with a man in a long time. It felt so good to sleep touching you, warm comfortable. I was sad when I woke up and you weren't here, I thought you left in the night, crazy huh.

Shut up bitch, shut the hell up, you talk to damn much. I pushed her down on to her back and tied her cuffs to the bedposts. I stuffed the ball gag in to her mouth not bothering to buckle the strap. I bit and nipped my way down her hairy crotch. She arched her back when I pinched her nipples and groaned though the gag, I gave her little love bites by her navel, pelvis, everywhere, pulled and twisted her nipples. She would moan, twist and arch her back in pain and pleasure. I combed and pull her hairy pubic patch with my fingers, told her she was furrier than a ferret. Then ate her to two shaking orgasms before I fucked her for all I was worth. When I knew I couldn't hold out much longer I pulled out, took the ball gag out and finished in her mouth. I unclipped her cuffs and we held each other while savoring or mutual orgasmic bliss. 

I was confused, as the dynamics of this situation had change or maybe she just wanted me to think they had change. She was more than likely just trying to get me to let my guard down long enough to bust a lamp over my head and call the cops or kill my ass and call the cops. I mean it would be easy to show forced entry, break out a window or kick in a door, cops find me dead on the floor, end of story. Intruded killed in Orlando home by single woman. She would be a hero; I'd be the dumb dead pervert. Well I just had to keep her shackled, until I got the hell out of here in about 8 hours. I did want to get some sleep today, then drive all night, make her rescue call in the morning. Maybe do her a couple more times before I left. 

I have to admit she was convincing, jeez, we guys are suckers for a pretty face and a great pair of knockers. I wasn't buying it she was one conniving bitch. When I recovered my breathing, I cuffed her spread eagle to the bed. Having just eaten, then completed a vigorous bout of sex, combined with last nights short sleep and high energy expenditure of repeated coitus, I easily fell into a deep restful slumber with my captive secure to the bed, she all so slept beside me.

When I woke up we had both slept more than four hours, I snuggled up against her and pulled a sheet over us. She was still sleeping when I got up to use the bathroom. She was awake when I emerged from the bath. Your turn bitch, let me unlock you. Her trip to the bathroom was a repeat of last night, except I didn't join her but sat and watched her closely. I was silent, she rambled on as if nothing was wrong with this scene.

I had her dress for me, dress slutty in hose, garter belt, half-cup bra, tall boots and heavy makeup; I was implementing the final phase of my plan, and was going to have some fun doing it. The troubling part for me was she was also having fun with it. She behaved as if we were two comfortable lovers preparing for a night out on the town, teasing, laughing, putting on a show for me, not at all acting like woman held captive by an unknown assailant, about to be beaten and raped. I did not fall for her ploy and let my guard down, I didn't believe a word she said, except the part of her knowing I didn't really want to hurt her, I didn't. 




She Had It Coming



When she approached me smiling sexily, I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her on to the bed, ouch that hurt. I cuffed her arms behind her back with the cuffs just above the elbows. I blindfolded her, and with my phone, I took some photos of her, posing her this way and that, while using my hands on her, to expose and stimulated her. Slapping her on her big breast pinching her nipples, she became combative trying to kick me, I pulled her off the bed by her hair, and she landed on her knees. She craned her neck and held her head high I was pulling her hair straight up, you're hurting me, stop, ouch stop. I slapped her across the face with a stinging blow, she became silent and looked into my eye's and tears formed in her eye's, "you bastard", I slapped her again and she began to cry. I forced her backward pulling her hair, she fell back with a thud her feet twisted awkwardly under her ass, I face fucked her brutally slapping her face to make her do my bidding.

I fucked, sodomized, spanked, whipped and roughed up her breast and pussy for the next four hours. She cried, wailed in pain and fought me in the beginning, then fell silent and quit struggling as if resigned to her fate, grunting, groaning, and tensing in pain. When I finished she slumped face down in the center of the bed, in a sweating heap, her body covered in red blotches. Still silent except for her heavy breathing and an occasional sob, she said nothing. I unclipped the cuffs on her elbows and she first sighed deeply as if relieved, then grimaced painfully when she moved her arms around and laid them on her stomach.

She turned on to her back and stared at me; she did not move nor shift her gaze. Her look was hard to read, clearly hurting, it was a bewildered look. I hated myself; I wanted to say something but could not. I moved toward her and touched her shoulders and she winced in pain and blinked, then stared at me again. I rubbed and kneaded her shoulders gently; I knew they hurt her, strained for hours with her arms behind her back. She only broke her stare to blink away tears, she did not move otherwise. I offered her some bottled water, lifting her head to rest on my thigh. I held the bottle to her lips and tilted it up to give her sips.

Are you Okay? I asked her finally breaking our silence. She tried to answer but couldn't, then cleared her throat nodded yes and whispered;" I knew you wouldn't hurt me". I just hung my head you did not deserve this I'm sorry, it will be over soon. I explained how it would end. I would tie her to the bed comfortably where she could sleep, in the morning I would call one of her friends to come free her. I will be far from here and I will never bother you again. 

She told me I did not have to tie her, she was not going to go to the police but she knew I did not believe her and understood I had too much to risk, so it was Okay. Then she said I know you did not want to hurt me, but also I think you like me, I'm quite sure of it actually even with your mask I can see it in your eyes, and at times I can feel it in your touch. I am confused myself I should be furious, angry, hateful maybe even vengeful, but I am not. You won't do this again I'm pretty sure of that and you'll punish yourself every time you remember it. The strangest thing of all is if I wasn't such a conceited bitch who disregards everyone with out giving them the time of day or the courtesy to say hello, to talk to them, this would not have happened. I think given the chance, we might have been friends. I don't give anyone that chance with my attitude, and because of that, I don't have many friends, don't get many dates. The few friends I do have are just like me, it's sad really, I have even thought about therapy I guess I'm to conceited to try it, may be it's time to rethink that. 

The sad fact was, she was right about much of what she said. One thing I was sure of, I could have very easily liked her, she was very pretty with even the slightest softening of her personality, I was sure I could like her. None of that mattered, I was leaving, I was not going to stray from my plan, and I would never see her again. Maybe she would get that therapy; she might make some lucky guy happy, maybe a bunch of lucky guys. 

I told her I would leave her bound but with as much movement as possible and still accomplish what I wanted her utter humiliation, even if to be just for her best friend. When she was secured to the bed frame she could move her arms, bend her elbows but could not reach far enough to reach her wrist cuffs. Her legs were secured much like her arms, able to bend at the knees but not close her legs completely. All the keys for the locks on her restraints would be left on the kitchen table. The lock on the leather pants, which would keep the twelve inch black vibrating dong, secured in her vagina I would leave on the nightstand. I did not want to leave her gagged, just too dangerous she could literally choke on her on drool. There was a sports bottle with a long drinking tube for water. She could move her head and hands enough to get it in her mouth. 

The time for me to leave was near, I told her it may be in her best interest best too take some over the counter sleeping pills, this would let her sleep through the night during those periods when the vibrator was not buzzing deep in her cunt. I would call her friends early in the morning so they could come and release her. She said she would be frightened, being bound and alone, that all this wasn't necessary. I have no choice, as much as I want too, I just can't trust you, I told her. So that's how I left her restrained to the bed, butt plug and vibrating dildo inserted and on a timer, porn spread about, water available and sedated with OTC sleeping pills. I left just after dark. 

I made the call to her friend at seven in the morning, it took some convincing that it was not a practical joke and she really needed help, but she said she would go free her. I called Lynn an hour and a half later just to check on her. Hi, are you Okay Lynn? It's you I knew you'd call to see if I was all right. Yeah I'm fine, Sarah came to rescue me, and she is pretty freaked out. I am tired as hell, and really sore, that damn vibrator wore me out. I'd would just fall asleep and it would start again. I'm going for a short walk, and then I'm going to bed. I'm also going to see a therapist, to work on my attitude, I have decided. Will you call me again, please? I can talk to you. I knew you wouldn't hurt me. Yeah I'll call I still have time on this phone card, finding a pay phone is tough these days, but I'll call, you're right I didn't want to hurt you and I do like you, Bye.



She Had It Coming Ch. 02



To my Readers: This is just a fantasy, nothing more. I don't encourage rape and do not see any thing positive in it except for the sake of erotic material. Thank you to those who enjoyed the first part!

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This wasn't what Kiandra had bargained for when she'd come knocking on Lucas' door...but now that it was happening, she might as well enjoy it.

At least this is what she told herself as the nameless one stuffed his cock deeper into her mouth, stifling her cries of ecstasy as her knees almost buckled with the waves of her climax, brought on by Flank's deft fingers at her clit. He gripped her waist to keep her still as he pounded faster and harder, groaning loudly as he came.

"Fucking hot," Lucas grinned, as he watched Flank slip out of her and rise to his feet.

"You're telling me," the brute said, wiping his brow with his arm, moving aside as Lucas took his place. Without much ado he entered Kiandra's dripping pussy, bending forward to cup her heavy, swinging boobs, his mouth close to her ear.

"Now tell me you didn't enjoy Flank's cock in your cheap pussy. Tell me you aren't enjoying mine fucking you right now."

Kiandra ignored him, staring up at her silent assailant, who was pushing back the hair from her face with one hand. It seemed almost like a gentle caress, but she told herself not to soften to him. All three of them were violent, cruel bastards, and somehow, she would make them pay for this.

"Here, I need a refill," said the joker Flank, who came up beside his friend, pulling him aside so that Kiandra was faced with his now flaccid, semen-stained cock. Tears pooled in her eyes. Lucas was grinding relentlessly against her ass, grunting like a pig, and she wondered just how much more she could take.

"Don't give me that face. You didn't look so annoyed when you were feasting on Pope's cock just now. Looks like you're her fave, Pope." Flank threw a sly look at his friend.

So that was his name, Kiandra mused, as she took Flank into her mouth, almost gagging at the unexpected saltiness of the taste of his soft yet heavy piece of meat. From the corner of her eye, she saw "Pope" smile.

"I don't think she'd like me much when I'm fucking her up her ass," he replied, and Kiandra's eyes bulged. She half-turned to protest, but felt Flank grip the sides of her face roughly with his hands, holding her in place.

She looked up at him pleadingly, trying to speak. "No please, please, I don't want..."

"That's what you said at the start. But I made you fucking come, didn't I? And we all know it wouldn't be the last time," Flank said in his hard voice. "You're a slut and you always will be."

Don't speak to me like that, she cried up at him with her eyes, her lips working around his quickly expanding cock. She heard Lucas laugh in seeming agreement, his fucking maintaining a steady, heated rhythm.

"Yeah, that's what my girl told me. Both of us knew she fancied me - we used to laugh about it." He pumped harder, like a randy dog, his breath quickening. Kiandra wanted to die, to think that her friend was probably partly the cause of this.

"So what's the verdict, huh, Kiandra?" he asked in a harsh tone she could hardly recognise. "Do I fulfil all your slutty fantasies? Am I fucking you like in your dreams?"

No, and no, she silently replied, her hands coming up to hold on to Flank's hips for balance as Lucas suddenly began to pound almost frenziedly. "Ah yes, yesssss," he howled, as he came in bursts within her now aching pussy. His hot, fast fuck had made her so hot she was sucking frantically on Flank's fat cock, her fingers digging into his waist. The beast was moaning in enjoyment, and the sounds mingled with Lucas's heavy breathing, as he recovered from his lengthy climax. 

"Time for bed," she heard Pope say laconically, and they all laughed. She didn't understand the joke, as she felt hands suddenly at her armpits, lifting her off knees she hadn't even realised hurt like hell, till now.

Flank and Pope flung her on the mattress, and suddenly she got it. She knew she should be grateful that at least she could rest her back now. But what was the comfort in that, when she didn't know what was coming next?

With two hard, thick-as-bricks cocks staring her in the face, Kiandra knew the night was far from over. The insatiable Flank came to kneel close to her face, waving his meat in front of her lips.

"Now where were we?" he mused, one hand rolling over her breasts while the other hand guided her head up to take his cock in her mouth. She dared not show any long suffering as she told hold of the shaft and took up where she'd left off earlier. He continued to caress her boobs which felt so sensitive and aroused with his every touch. He sure knew how to get a girl hot, and realised, to her inner shame, that on a good day she'd have gladly taken him as a lover. But not like this. Geez, never like this!

She felt Pope spread out her legs and she glanced his way frantically, remembering his earlier words. Sure enough, his own hands were stroking down her pussy to her arsehole, and she shuddered in real fear. No fucking way, she vowed, instinctively closing her knees, only for him to push them apart again.

"Relax, bitch," he told her coldly, making her pause, removing her mouth from Flank's cock.

"Please, I'm already doing everything you want. But I've never..never.. Please, not that."

"Shut up, you whore," Lucas said from behind, "No one asked your opinion."

"You guys can't do this to me," she suddenly found the courage to cry out. "I haven't done anything wrong, I don't deserve this.."

"Shut her up, Flank," Pope said, and she felt betrayed, especially when Flank pushed her head back and stooped over her face so that he could practically stuff his cock down her throat. She tried to shake her head, tried to push him off, but he held her wrists up against the headboard.

"Keep struggling and you're really feel some pain," he warned. "You don't have to be conscious for this, remember that bitch. But we actually want you to enjoy this, or I'd have punched your lights out." His sneering words made her pause, and she closed her eyes to the demeaning sight of him crouched above her as he choked her with his cock. There was nothing she could do to help herself now. She was trapped with her hands pinned to the headboard. Once again she felt Pope's finger down her crack, and once again her body repelled as her knees came together again.

"I said, don't fight me," Pope snapped through gritted teeth, and she suddenly felt his elbows dig brutally into the soft skin of her thighs, effectively holding them apart. Tears of utter pain spilled out of her eyes, but she could hardly make a sound with Flank's beast of a cock down her throat. She was sure she might die of one thing: choking on Flank or from the pain of those cruel elbows grinding into her tender flesh.

Lucas could be heard chuckling, as he came forward to better enjoy the spectacle, his own sleeping cock springing awake at the arousing sight of Kiandra's pretty pink pussy wide open, the mix of his own sperm and Flank's still pouring down to the waiting recess of her ass crack. He knew Pope had a thing for cracks and couldn't begrudge his friend the luxury of fucking the bitch up her ass. His own girlfriend never agreed to it, said it was too unsanitary. So this was another golden opportunity for him, too. He stroked his hardening cock in anticipation.

Kiandra would have gladly told Pope that she wouldn't fight him any more, anything to stop him digging into her wide-open thighs with his sharp elbows. But she couldn't speak with Flank fucking her face, his heavy fat ball slapping her chin. 

As if sensing her capitulation, he stopped his assault on her inner thighs, and she almost cried with gratitude. Nothing in the world had ever hurt so much, and nothing ever could, she decided.

But then she felt Pope push an experimental finger into her tight ass hole, and with a jolt she realised that maybe she'd "spoken" too soon...