Marcia cried out and tried to catch at them, but they were to her knees already. She bent her legs, tried to keep herself dressed. It was too late.
Sam stood with the jeans twisted in his hands, gloating. Marcia was determined that he wouldn't get her panties off, damn him. She was trembling terribly and wished she was better able to hide her fear. Sam seemed to enjoy that more than anything else. He grasped her panties and stripped them down easily.
'No… please let me go. I don't want to be here, I don't want to be with you or wear your watch…'
She struggled with the catch, slipped the pretty little thing from her wrist and put it on the table by the bed.
Sam was on her like a lion, striking her in the face with his open hand… back and forth. She tasted blood, tried to scream but was struck silent, her ears ringing. Then his mouth covered hers and she felt his tongue slide deep. Like a serpent, that tongue. His body weighed her down, his hands clawed at the jersey she wore, searching up under it for a tit. He found the large swell of tit flesh and pinched her nipple until she squealed again, tears on her cheeks now.
His pants were off now. How had he done it so quickly? How was he daring to rape her like this? And that was exactly what it was. Rape.
Marcia had read about rape cases, everybody had. And here she was, under a man she realized she'd never known at all. She'd let herself in for a small portion of hell. She'd backed herself into a horror movie and Sam Philbert was writing the script.
'You're hurting… please… mmmmm!'
His mouth shut hers. He licked at her full lips, sucked one between his lips and bit it. She felt his hands up between her thighs, at her cuntlips, parting them… then his cock. The head of his prick felt hot against her slit.
Sam pumped his hips forward and there was a wet sound as an inch of steely cock divided her pussy-lips, then slid toward the clenched mouth of her pussy. Marcia groaned, her face stinging. She tucked her ass under, tried to make the angle wrong for him to enter her cunt. But he was strong and cruel and gasping with a strange, perverted lust.
He bit her shoulder, bit her chin. She cried out again and let her body go limp. He worked his thick hands over her tits and nipples. His fingers hurt. He didn't know how to caress a woman. He was a sadist, a rapist. Marcia knew she'd never really had any good sex. That first time in the back seat of a car hadn't been much better than this. It had hurt and her cunt had bled, and the boy had been more interested in sinking his prick into her juicy pussy than anything else. It was the same with Sam.
'You like it, don't you, baby?'
'No… I hate you. I want up. I want to leave…'
He hit her again and this time she was able to hold back the tears. She was too scared to cry. She was beginning to wonder if he might kill her before he was through. His cock had pushed past the muscled ring of her cunt-hole. She still held herself clenched, but when he drove cruelly forward, his prick stretched the delicate muscles painfully and she instinctively relaxed them, parted her thighs to let it be over with.
Sam laughed roughly in her ear. 'You like it all right?'
'Noooo!'
'Oh yes you do… and you like it deep too!'
He drove under with his hips and Marcia choked as she felt the rigid, hot cock-shaft slipping past her sopping cuntlips. Her cuntlips smacked stickily as he eased himself back and then stabbed suddenly deep again.
Marcia squirmed her ass on the bed, clawed at his shoulders. Sam sunk his teeth into her neck. She felt herself sinking into death. He had a firm bite on her throat… like a dog teasing for the kill. She went limp again and let her arms flop back on the bed, her legs fell apart. Sam growled and let go her throat. Then he gouged hard fingers into her thighs and pushed them even further apart, back until the tendons cramped painfully at her groin. Her pussy was spread apart obscenely.
'Oh God please help me… somebody.'
'I'm the only one can help you,' Sam hissed.
He looked sharply into her face, watching while he fucked her with grinding, forceful movements. Marcia turned her face away, tried to keep it empty of expression. But it was hard to shut off all her circuits, just like that. There was something that burned down in the pit of her pussy, a tiny glow. And Sam was aware of that glow. He had found it and was ravishing it, stroking it in a way that made her lips curl back from her teeth.
'That's what you like, right? Real deep… like this…' Sam fucked deep and hard.
Marcia shut her eyes against his steady gaze. She licked her lips, stopped breathing altogether.
'Your cunt's hot. Your cunt's young and tight and juicy… that's what I like. I knew I'd like your pussy, baby. I want to fill it with cum!'
'No… I can't… you can't.'
'How about this?'
Sam had pulled his cock almost completely out of her cunt. Just the swollen, purple crown was nestled inside the grip of her cuntlips. He teased her with tiny fucks. The friction was delicate, especially after his brutal attack on her only moments before.
Marcia shook her head, bit hard on her lower lip.
'Let me up… let me go!'
'You know that feels good, baby! I can tell by your eyes!'
'Noooo… noooo!'
She flopped her head back and forth on the pillow. Her legs were very far apart and she felt the muscles in her thighs hardening, her calves bulging out with the tension Sam's teasing cockhead was bringing to her cunt. She couldn't let herself move. She just couldn't! He would know that… he would know that something was happening. Oh damn! How could it feel like that when she hated Sam so? And she did hate him. More than ever.
'Let's try your clit now…' Sam held his cock, slid it slickly up the throbbing membranes of her pussy.
A breath caught in Marcia's throat as the spongy tip of his cock grazed her clit. Then Sam was rubbing back and forth over her excited clit. She felt his heat, sensed the tiny pisshole at the very tip. Her clit swelled with trapped blood and she felt the surrounding tissue swell and become spongy like the glans of Sam's cock.
Still she fought back the pleasure. It was like holding up a great weight. And yet even as she held herself like a statue, her pussy began to throb. Her cunt was moving, pulsing. The slick muscles inside her pussy convulsed, opened and convulsed again. More hot cuntjuice flooded from the tiny pores. She could hear the juice popping and sucking around Sam's hard cock.
He laughed again and worked the cocktip more rapidly over her clit.
'Unhhhhnnnn!' Marcia moaned, putting her shaking hands against his shoulders. Pushing at him. 'Ohhhh, noooo!'
'Yeah.'
Sam's cock flopped and slipped around her bulging clit. It stood a half inch above the surrounding flesh and to Marcia it felt like it was charged with high voltage.
'You got the finest pussy I ever had,' Sam breathed.
He kissed her mouth sloppily, driving his tongue in and out between her teeth like a small cock. Marcia didn't want to kiss him. But he found her tongue and sucked at it. She let him take it into his mouth. Anything to get it over with. She wanted him to come!
And Sam had the same idea. He plunged his cock back into her cunt again, plunged it deep. The sudden filling made her clench the big muscles in her thighs and Marcia knew that she had tightened her cunt muscles inside too.
Sam grunted like a pig and fucked his hot prick in and out of her pussy. If only she could hold back, if only she could think of something else! But the friction, the teasing he'd done around her clit overpowered her. She recognized the signs of an impending climax. She could have it right now if she wanted, if she started fucking him back. But she stayed still. She tried to think of how Victorian ladies suppressed their orgasms. It wasn't proper in those days for a lady to enjoy sex. It was something she submitted to.
'Move your ass, you bitch!' Sam barked.
He doubled his fist and held it above her face. Marcia knew that he was capable of much cruelty. She began to
