him to tie her up and then rape her. She didn't.
Then why was she so excited at the prospect of it? There was a gnawing sensation deep inside that wasn't going to vanish without cock and lots of it. But not just any prick would do. It had to be prick stuffed up her cunt when she couldn't stop it.
She wanted that cock. Oh, how she wanted every inch of his long, hard cock. But it had to be forced on her.
Such a contradiction. And she couldn't figure out what was happening to her, her. Shivery feelings raced up her spine and made her even more aroused. She was going to be raped!
By her own husband!
'The hell I wouldn't,' he snarled, rage on his face. 'I've taken about all I can off you, you stupid cunt. You think you're God's gift to men or something. Well, I've had it. I'm fed up with the way you think I'm here to please you and nothing else.'
'You don't like being treated as a sex object, huh?' she taunted. She knew what his reaction would be. And she was right.
He slapped her again, the blow ringing in her ears long after the initial pain had begun to fade.
'That's all you're able to do, isn't it? Beat up women.'
His powerful hands gripped with impressive force on her upper arms. He easily lifted her off her feet and threw her to the floor. She landed on her rump. The way her ass felt, she was sure she was going to have a monster of a bruise where she'd landed. But it didn't matter to her. Finally, after all this, time, she was seeing some fire in the man.
He was reacting like a man should. No namby-pamby stuff now. He was showing her what he was made of. And she loved it.
'I bet you think the only way a woman can respond is if you tie her up and then fuck her. You said as much. You stupid motherfucker!'
'I'll show you what it's like to wave a real man fucking you. By damn, I'm gonna show you but good!'
She tried to scramble away from him, but he was too quick for her. He moved like lightning to grab her leg and pull her flat onto the floor. She kicked out, but that didn't work, either.
His fingers snared her other leg and he held her perfectly in a double-handed grip that she couldn't kick free from. Her body twisted and thrashed about trying to elude the man. He was simply too strong for her.
'You son of a bitch! Let me go!'
'Hell I will, you bitch.'
Fingers looped under the neck of her blouse. With a powerful jerk, he ripped the fabric all the way to her waist. Her tits gleamed whitely in the dull light. He ripped again and her blouse was in tatters blowing wildly around her trim body.
Her snowy tits poked out from the destroyed blouse, the nipples a dull red. She didn't understand what was happening inside her, but the violence was making her nipples become erect and throbbing with lust.
She cried out in pain when he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed with all the strength in his strong hands. The nipple was pulsing hard now.
She felt as if it was going to pop at any second. It was filled with aroused blood, blood so excited she could hardly stand it. The nipple was paining her greatly. And when his finger pressed it down into the soft, marshmallowy flesh underneath, she had to gasp in horror.
He was intent on hurting her. Maybe even maiming her. She couldn't deny that possibility because he was so furious with her. He was in such a rage, he might do anything. Anything at all.
Even tie her up and rape her like he'd said he would.
The thought made her cunt gush out its thick, heavy fuck sauce. She tried to keep her legs tightly pressed together so he couldn't see the telltale wet spot spreading all through her crotch. It was no use. That was the first thing he did.
He pulled her apart like yanking the wishbone on a chicken. She was aching now from the muscle strain of the unnatural position. But she didn't dare cry out. That would only encourage him.
'So you're getting turned on by this, huh? You stupid cunt, I'm gonna really fuck you.'
Kneeling on one leg and holding her other to the floor with his hand, he ran his zipper down and pulled out his half-stiff prick. The man was slowly getting a boner. As the horrified woman watched, his prick jerked aloft one slow inch at a time.
It was like a bird being hypnotized by a snake. She didn't want to watch, yet she did. It was fascinating. She had to stay there and watch every instant of it because of the way he held her pinned down. And her eyelids somehow refused to shut.
She was a captive of this brutal man. And there was no way of telling what he was going to do to her. No way in hell!
'You've got to be taught a lesson, bitch,' he said. 'You've been acting so high and mighty, I'm gonna take you down a notch or two.'
Why was she excited by those words? She felt her cunt convulse weakly, a flood of fuck fluids oozing from between her pussy-lips. She tried to tense up and keep her cunt-lips closed to that betraying flow, but she wasn't able to do it. The tide of her passion was simply too high – higher than it had been any time since she'd met Matt.
His fingers reached out, and undid her jeans. He began ripping the thick, heavy denim off her body. He didn't seem to care if she was being hurt or not. His fingernails cut into soft, tender flesh several times. The rough fabric scraped her skin when he finally succeeded in getting it around the flare of her ass.
Her cunt was now widely exposed to his lusting gaze. The pink pussy-lips were rimmed by a forest of black pussy fur, now wet from her excitement.
A finger shot into her cunt as he held her down. 'Damn, you're so fucking wet, it's a crime. You enjoy this, don't you, you cock teasing bitch!'
She managed to grab his wrist, the wrist driving the linger deeper into her twat. She jerked hard and felt the finger flex inside her agitated pussy. But she managed to get him off balance. With a powerful shove, he toppled to the floor and she was free.
Sprinting fast, she ran to the dining area. She didn't want to be seen like this, half naked, the blouse hanging in tatters from her shoulders. She wanted to get her coat on and flee. To get away from the enraged man was all she could think of.
And then she went tumbling down in a heap as he executed a perfect tackle. His arms wrapped around her legs, just above the knees and his shoulder drove in hard. She couldn't stand under that impact.
'You bastard!' she cried. 'Why are you doing this to me?'
'Shut your face or I'll shut it for you! You know why. You've been putting me down for a long time. It's just taken me this long to figure out what it'll take to fix you but good. You're gonna like this, damnit, or I'll keep fucking you till you do!'
His arms picked her up and dumped her on the dining table. She flopped like a fish out of water and only found herself in worse trouble than before. Each of her legs was caught up by one of the man's arms. He held her as if she were a wheelbarrow. In this position, she couldn't hope to get away from him.
Hands with clawed fingernails came up to scratch. He easily caught her wrists and a piece of rope appeared. A loop around one, then the other, and her hands were securely tied together. He bent forward and fastened the rope to something over her head, perhaps one leg of the table.
'That should hold you,' he said, his face flushed from the exertion.
She was still struggling against her bonds. The more she fought them, the tighter they became. He had been masterful in his fixing of her bindings. And with the way his arms held her legs, this kept her hips off the table. She couldn't get the proper leverage to fight him off.
She began sobbing with frustration. This wasn't the way it was supposed to work. She was so damned helpless! No matter what he wanted to do to her, he could. And from the look blazing in his eyes, he would!
'Now isn't this a pretty sight to set before the king?'
'You bastard! You Goddamn, cocksucking bastard! Let me go!'
'No way, chickie, no way! I'm gonna have the first good fuck since we came up here. And you can't stop me. That's what's gonna make it so good. I can please myself and not worry the fuck about you!'
