'What do you want with me?' she said finally, in a small shaky voice.
'Just some fun… a weekend of fun for a poor boy from the South. I ain't never had the advantages you have. I ain't never lived in a fancy house like this and had everything I wanted on a silver platter.' He glanced with contempt at the comfortably furnished bedroom. 'All this bullshit furniture and crap you got all over the house. While I've had to struggle for every dime… stealing, beggin', grabbin' it wherever I could like a gutter rat. It's time I had a vacation, don't you think, baby? It's time I had some real nice fun… and we're gonna have fun together, you and me… so just relax… I won't hurt you… that is as long as you do exactly as I say. Exactly. Understand? Understand?'
'Y… yes… yes… I understand.'
'That's just fine, baby,' he said calmly, replacing the knife in his boot. 'Now let's start in right now. And remember, I'm the boss here… the master… just like on the old plantations before you goddamn Yankees fucked it all up. And you're my slave. My obedient slave. You got me?'
'Y…yes…'
'Now you're doin' real good, Susan… real good.'
Slowly he began to undress before her, slipping the T-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor, then pulling his tight jeans down over his lean hard hips. The imprisoned young wife realized that he wore no underwear as his hugely throbbing cock and balls were at once totally revealed to her gaze. His enormous penis was much larger than Tim's, and his testicles, swaying lewdly beneath his thickly distended shaft of male hardness, seemed to be the size of tennis balls. Within a few moments her youthful tormentor had slipped off his boots and jeans and stood near the bed, naked, his well-muscled body gleaming menacingly in the soft light of the bedroom.
The horrified young wife became conscious that the radio was still playing, now blaring out harsh noisy rock music. She winced in shame, overwhelmed by the hopelessness of her situation, cursing herself inwardly for being so foolish as to trust the young man, wishing her husband would come home. And now the rock music, hard and mean, grated on her ears as if to taunt her further.
'What's the matter, baby? Don't like good ol' rock and roll? Too nasty for the little princess? Ah, you fuckin' uptight chicks are all alike. Too refined for real life, aren't you? You like everything nice and clean, so it don't smell. Don't you? Well, baby, that's bullshit, and old Art here is gonna introduce you to the other side of things!' He sauntered over to the radio, arrogantly displaying his well-sculpted body to her terrified gaze, and turned the music up full, so that the raucous beat of the drums pounded deafeningly through the room. Then he turned to her, one hand gripping the mammoth girth of his cock, and smiled again, like a beast of prey about to devour its entrapped victim.
'Now baby, I'm going to fuck you till you can't see straight.'
The young housewife instinctively clutched the lacy garment tighter to her body, gulping back tears of humiliation and anxiety.
'Please,' she murmured softly, 'don't do this. I'll give you anything… do you want money? I'll give you whatever I have…'
'No, baby, I don't need money right now. I need some hot pussy wrapped around my prick. And yours'll do fine. And you want it too, don't you? You want my fat prick in your cunt, don't you?'
Susan closed her eyes tight shut and turned away from him.
'Don't turn away, baby, I want to hear you say it. I know you want me to fuck you, and I gotta hear you say it! Now!'
The terrified young wife felt the hot tears burning her tightly clenched eyes. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this kind of cruel trick of fate? It was unthinkable that something like this should happen to her… in her own house!
'Didn't you hear me, bitch? I said say it! Say you want me to fuck you!'
'Art… I… I can't…'
'You can and you will, baby. Or else you're gonna feel my knife on your neck. Now say it… cause underneath that prissy little surface I know you want it. Now say it!'
The young wife knew she had no choice but to do as he said. A great wall of repulsion and horror crashed down on her, and her body shook helplessly on the bed as she struggled tearfully to obey him.
'I… I want you to… fu… fu… fuck me… I want you to fuck me…'
'Come on, you can do better than that. Say it like you mean it, bitch.'
'I… I want you to fuck me!' Suddenly the words came tearing loose from her throat, 'I want you to fuck me!'
'Not bad, bitch. Not bad.' Art walked slowly toward the bed. 'Now take off that lace shit you're wearing and let me see your body all naked.'
Slowly, her hands trembling with fear, Susan removed her sheer nightie and placed it carefully next to her on the bed.
'Good,' the young tormentor replied, growing rapidly more excited as she meekly obeyed his commands. 'Now stretch out that body of yours on the bed and spread your legs apart so I can see your pussy real good.' The young wife extended her quivering limbs and spread them slightly, easing her body back on the mattress until she was lying prone, waiting in fear for what he would do next. 'Wider, bitch,' he snarled, and suddenly he grabbed both her ankles and splayed her legs as far as they would go.
'Ooohhh!' Susan cried, for his cruel gesture had hurt her, stretching her leg muscles to the point of strain.
'Stop whining, or I'll punch you good and hard in the face,' he bellowed. He stood now at the foot of the bed, staring lasciviously into the fully exposed slit of her pink moist pussy, still pulsing from her recent self-gratification. His lean young body shook with excitement to see the vulnerable young girl spread-eagled obscenely before him and, with a deep growl of lust, he clambered up on the bed and thrust his full length roughly on top of Susan's trembling form. His face was just above her own, a twisted contorted mask of hideous cruelty. The young wife cringed, desperately trying to push her body down against the mattress in a ludicrous attempt to get away from him. But she knew it was hopeless. She was his slave — his abject, humiliated slave.
Towering above her like a crazed animal, Art licked his lips in anticipation. She was his now, completely his to use as he wished, and he gloated in sadistic delight, his mind swarming with obscene fantasies of what he could subject the quavering young girl to over the next day or two. He would have to be careful, of course, to keep her under control and away from the phone, and he had to watch out for the husband's return. But he was an old hand at games like this, and knew his instincts would keep him safe and sound for a long orgiastic weekend.
Growling hoarsely, he fell forward, his weight crushing her fully rounded breasts against the young wife's chest. He thrust his hips downward at the same time, deftly ramming his rigid bloated cock against the wetly resilient flesh of Susan's vulnerable pussy-slit. He reached down and, with one firm move, positioned his lurching cock at the already stretched entrance to her vagina. Then, with a second thrust of his hips, he drove its rigid thickness deep into her moist throbbing cunt like a raging bull, pushing the hot soft flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping the rudely impaling cock until, with a loud slap, his balls smacked against the obstruction of her tensed and trembling thighs.
'Ooohhhh Goooddd!' she cried out beneath him, stunned and mortified to be taken so quickly, to have his relentless cock-shaft tearing with no preparation into her cringing vagina, spearing her without mercy. His huge penis lay burrowed deep in her belly, filling every part of her violated cuntal sheath. She was so moist from her feverish finger-fucking only minutes earlier that she was helpless to resist the lewd intrusion. It was as if her vagina welcomed his obscene girth, craved it, despite her horror and indignation. She was being betrayed by her own body now, unable to control her physical reactions at all.
Art lay still for a moment, then suddenly clamped his eager lips down over her tightened mouth as he began a slow rocking motion between her fearfully shuddering thighs. The already heated cuntal passage widened greedily with each smooth skewering stroke as Susan gritted her teeth, her loins burning with the pain of the harsh impalement.
She cursed herself for trusting the stranger so readily but there was nothing she could do about it now. Why has it happened, why? she demanded inwardly. Although everything in her conscious mind struggled against it, her body began to respond hotly to the increasing frenzy of his brutal fucking. Already she was experiencing faint throbbings of carnal pleasure, feelings she had begun to unleash in herself only minutes before, and now it was too late to hold them back! Her body craved release, and made no moral judgments on how or why it happened! Fully
