Donna Green was driving swiftly home. She had dropped the children off at school. Donna had not had to get out of her station wagon. She wore a red dressing gown, pink fluffy slippers and her hair was still in curler rollers.
"Busy day, such a busy day!" Donna muttered to herself.
It was going to be more than just a busy day for Donna Green. But the twenty seven year old house-wife had no idea what was going to hap- pen.
"Check grocery list, call mother, and see about the baby sitter for tonight." Donna muttered her plans over.
The station wagon swung in the empty double garage of her home. Her husband had gone to work over an hour since. Donna hastened out of the garage. Her slippers padded easily along the path as she went in via her kitchen back door.
Even as Donna entered, the telephone was ringing. She hastened to answer. It was her mother reminding her of the appointment this afternoon.
"Yes, yes, mother. I shall remember. Unless something else happens. There is someone at the back door. I must dash, mother. Call me later!" Donna heard the single rear door chime go again.
"Coming, coming, don't be in such a hurry." Donna called as she hastened into the kitchen.
Opening the back door, she peered through the screen. There was a tall man in a blue uniform standing there. He held a thick record book in his hand.
"Water Inspector, Ma'am! Like to see my licence and Identification card?" He flashed a large yellow and official looking badge.
"Water? Are you changing those rates again?" Donna asked as she unlatched the fly screen door.
"No, just checking for leaks, Ma'am. Won't be a minute." He gave her a bright pleasant smile. In a way he was rather handsome. There was something very sexy about him. Donna hastily stepped back. She still wore her red dressing gown.
"I shall be upstairs, give a call when you finish." She held her dressing gown tightly about her neck. After a slight smile at the waterman, Donna hurriedly vanished to check her clothes out.
"I shall be off soon," he called after her.
"Good, whenever you like." Donna paused, smiled and shook her head to herself. He was such a strong looking man.
* * *
Donna was so busy, for the moment she forgot about the waterman being in her home. She had to run a bath, and check the linen. Just as her bathtub was filling, Donna came into the bathroom and remembered. She gave a laugh. Going to the landing at the top of the stairs, Donna called down.
"Hello, hello, Water Inspector, are you still here? Hello?" She listened for a moment.
There was no reply. Obviously she had missed hearing him call out that he was leaving. Donna nodded. She went into the bathroom, undid her robe and then paused.
Sometimes Donna felt worried over things that did not happen. For some reason she was worried this time. The fact he had not called out loudly enough to her, made Donna frown. - She did up her dressing gown cord. She was also thinking of calling the Water Department to verify that they did have a Water Inspector working this area. But the man's official credentials looked perfectly fine. Donna frowned. She opened the bathroom door.
The man was standing there. He smiled and took hold of her wrists. It was a firm grip he had, not tight, but most positive.
"No noise, Mrs. Green, please. No noise?" His gruff voice said.
"I--I am scared." Donna whispered and was shaking in fear.
"I won't harm you, as long as there is no noise." He smiled and then licked his lips lecherously.
"What do you want of me?" Donna asked, and feared to know the answer.
"We can do it in the bathroom." The man slowly pressed her back.
Donna Green stared up at his face. He did not look like a rapist. But what exactly did a rapist look like, anyway? She feared she was going to faint. Then she decided that all of this was a nasty dream. Donna clung to that idea! This was a bad dream!
All Donna could do was to nod her head helplessly. For he had her completely in his power now.
* * *
Locking the bathroom door behind them, the man put down his record book. He zipped open his blue work suit. Then he was naked and his erection stuck out hugely. Donna stared down at his cock. She was wondering why it was so large and menacing.
"Now you, get it ready." The man put his hands on her hips.
"You are going to do this?" Donna closed her eyes.
"Yea, sure, all morning." The man undid the red dressing gown belt. He tugged the dressing gown off her arms, one after the other. Donna was wearing a blue woolled night gown that went right down to her pink fluffy slippers.
"You are dressed up, for sure." The man laughed.
"Do not hurt me!" Donna whispered suddenly.
"No, sure, of course I won't."
He sat down on the low bath chair. Now his large hands tugged up Donna's blue night gown. Donna swayed, closed her eyes and determined that it was not really happening. But his hands came under her night gown. His fingers swept up her legs, lifting her night gown right up.
"Come closer to me." The man grunted.
He had his hands on the naked cheeks of Donna's fine buttocks. Tugging her to him, he made her move her legs apart. She stood with her legs either side of his. His hands came up, his right hand moving over her naked tits freely.
"My God! You are a brute." Donna whispered.
"Lovely body, honey, lovely butt!"
His right hand suddenly turned from caressing her tits. His fingers gripped the neck-line of her night gown. In one savage rip, he tore the night gown wide open.
"My God!" Donna almost started screaming.
But he tugged her forward. Her cunt was right against his cock as he ripped the gown away. Donna opened her eyes and stared at his face.
"No noise, not a sound!" He growled at her.
"No, no, please don't hurt me." Donna whimpered.
His hand was on her cunt lips, caressing between the brown curls of hair. Donna gasped. Her body shook. She could not help a wet spasm of relief flood her cunt. For the brutal shock of his attack on her was terrifying. It seemed to have excited some basic orgasmic point within her. Donna moaned. Her cunt dripped soft wet heat now. His finger was parting her cunt lips, weaving against her love bud. Donna's head jerked up and down in shock to that wretched rhythm.
"You must not, must not, do this. Do it, yes, do it. God! Do it and go." Donna put her naked arm about his neck and pleaded. "Do it. Go, and do it. Take me. God, please!"
"Plenty of time." He grunted.
"No, now, hurry."
"All day."
"I can't. I shall scream."
"Then you will be hurt."
"Do it, please."
Her hand came down and felt his huge hard cock. She was trying to push it up to where her flowing cunt lips hovered right over his lap.
"Easy, easy, you got kids, haven't you?" He asked.
"Two, yes, two." Donna rested her forehead against his. Her eyes were closed. She was panting and sobbing. It was impossibly hot here in the bathroom.
"You want me to fuck you." He growled out.
"Please, do it now, please, yes, do fuck me."
"Your husband has been up there, sure." The man laughed.
"My husband, yes, of course. Please do it and go. I won't report you. Do it, fuck me, and go, please."
Donna was wet with heat. She slipped back. Her moist smooth tits shone in the steamy bathroom air. His hand was working three fingers into the parted lips of her flowing and fluid cunt. She was unable to control her legs. All of her body ached to be placed right over that huge thick cock sticking up out of his lap.
"You need it, badly." He grunted.
"Do what you like, only quickly." Donna sagged over him and tried to pump her cunt up and down to draw his cock into her aching love hole.
"You got a nice ass." The man announced.
"I'll go it up there."
"No! No one ever does, not that way, honey, please." Donna forgot who it was she was pleading with. Her aching heat needed only one answer.
"It will be tight." The man laughed and chuckled. "Your husband has made your cunt as loose and as large as a truck exhaust. Let's have that asshole, girl."
"No, please, not that way." Donna was trying to get some resistance together.
His fingers were parting the fine smooth cheeks of her butt. In a jabbing move, he made one finger stab at her sphincter. Donna gave a cry, but the finger wove on. She squirmed down, trying to get her wet cunt lips over the thick helmet of his rampant cock. If only she could suck him right in. Donna was sure she could make him come. It was just a question of getting him into her cunt. Donna gave a sob as his finger got into her asshole and was working a terrifying thrill about her.
"Stop, God, stop--get it done. Get it done." She jerked back, her body swinging wildly. Donna no longer cared. As long as she was mounted, and had the thick hot cock in her, Donna did not care where it went.
The man laughed. He grabbed her and swung her up. Then he carried her out of the hot bathroom. Flinging her face-down on the unmade bed, he bent right over her.
"You sure are ready for this, honey!" He whispered.
Donna could only nod her head. For she was almost out of control with excitement now.
His fingers were pressing her buttocks wider and wider apart. Donna lifted her rear. His cock was slowly pressing right against her ass. He was going to cornhole her, there was nothing Donna could do to prevent this anal rape. In fact she sobbed and shook, and tried to back firmly onto his cock. For Donna needed it, anywhere, but right now! Donna cried and gasped.
Then her ass seemed to be afire. He tore her. Now his huge cock came rippling right up making her cry in a low, panting sound like an animal makes as heat breaks freely wild about it.
* * *
The rape was slow. For her tight asshole was making all of her body leap about, to the movements of his body. His cock seemed to be stuck. But he was thrusting in and in. This drove Donna's face harder and harder into the pillows. Then her legs lolled wider. His cock abruptly tore deeper, into her butt. He was shafting right up and out. It was a terrifying agony. Donna orgasmed and gave a squeaking scream to his rhythmic movements now.
"You like this. Later we shall fuck, fuck the other way." The man panted into her ear.
Her hair rollers were all lost. Her damp hair flew about the pillows. He was gnawing the naked nape of her neck. His cock was right up her virginal ass. As he heaved up and up, her legs lolled out loosely. For Donna Green was lost in a wet orgasmic and crazy heat. She could not speak.
"I'm gonna come." He grunted.
Donna knew he was insanely strong. His cock was jerking as if almost under her tits. He was right into her. Then as he churned round and round, Donna began to sob louder and louder. The girl could not help it. It was as if the anal rapist was screwing all of her inner body into a molten jello.
"Ahh, ahhh, ahh!" Donna cried out.
"Yea, yes, I am gonna come!" He leapt about, her white ass smacking and flushing darker pink from the pressure of his loins.
Then his huge cock was slipping up and down, faster and faster. Donna's head beat in and out of the pillows to the rhythm.
"I am gonna come, in your ass!" He growled finally.
His cock wet deep, right up into her. It seemed to explode so slowly. The helmet of his cock opened and blasted out a stream of white-hot come. This jerking movement made Donna sprawl out in a paralitic stiffness. She felt that his come was spitting right into her heart itself. There seemed to be gallons of it flowing!
"My God!" Donna whispered helplessly.
For that moment she was experiencing the tightest and strangest orgasm of her whole life. It was a joyous betrayal of everything she had known.
But Donna Green could not help the thrill of it all! It was the first time she had ever suffered rape. More it was the first time she had ever been taken in the anus. It shocked her. It also was so odd. For the man seemed to be an expert at making a woman come as he buggered her up her ass.
"You made me." Donna whispered exhaustedly.
"Next, we are gonna fuck front to front."
The man growled this news into her small ear. Then he hugged her back to his chest. Each of his hands was cupped about one of her large tits. His cock was still tightly up her ass.
Donna could not have escaped, not even now. That is, if she had wished to escape. But she was too bemused to think of anything like that, this complete moment.
* * *
Donna lay on her side across her own great bed. One of her legs was bent back underneath her naked rapist. His cock was shrinking slowly. It seemed he was sleeping a moment after his tremendous comes right up her anus.
Donna's other leg lay over his tight thighs, drooped down. Her foot was tucked behind his top leg. This way they were linked still together. Her buttocks were right against his loins. But his limp cock slipped out. Donna was lying there with her eyes closed. She felt as if she had been reamed right up to the bottom of her throat.
After a while, the man's hand cupped tightly to Donna's large tits. His fingers rolled her nipples between them. Donna gasped at the shock of this crude and very sudden awakening.
"My God! It is true." Donna stared across at her rumpled bed. The man helped himself to her, so freely, without a fight! She felt so powerless. From the moment he had surprised her at her own bathroom door! Right from then, Donna Green had been able to do anything. Even this anal rape had turned out to be a shocking, and very violent pleasuring for her.
"You must go, now." Donna spoke aloud.
"No, not yet. We only just started."
"Please, please, you must go."
"There's a lot more, yet. See if there isn't!" The man's voice growled deeply.
He was speaking right against her naked neck. Donna's long and damp hair had lost almost all the curlers. Her hair flowed forwards, across the rumpled bed.
"What do you want of me, now?" Donna whispered, fearful of what he was going to tell her.
"You gotta suck me hard again." He grunted out so slowly. It seemed he had been almost asleep.
"I refuse to do it." Donna announced.
"You will do it, or I'll whip you red and hot as hell."
"You are a sadist."
"Sure of course. After you sucked my cock back up, then I am gonna fuck you face to face."
"Haven't you done enough to me?" Donna pleaded.
"Sure, but you got a swell ass, and you got great tits."
"Leave me alone. Go, go on, please, go away. I won't tell anyone you have been here, or what we have done together." Donna held her knuckles to her lips as she spoke.
"I don't care." He muttered.
"I will not tell the police." Donna insisted.
"I don't care if you do or don't. I shall tell everyone what a fine ass you got, and how well you fuck, suck and take it up the kiester."
"Take it up the what?" Donna sounded so shocked.
"Up the kiester, up the ass, like I just fucked you. You got a real virginal ass. Leastways, it was virginal when I first got to it. Now it's been torn some. I shall come back and have it again another day."
"No! No, never! Please, leave, whatever your name is, please go and leave me in peace." Donna was pleading again.
"Yea, leave you in peace. I got lots of others.
But first, you suck, then we fuck. I got to go on at lunch time. I got another appointment for this afternoon."
There was silence for a moment.
"Can't you go now, please?" Donna asked.
"Ah, shut up. You gotta suck my cock, and then I gotta fuck and shoot my come up your cunt. Then I shall go."
"I wish you were not so frightening." Donna shuddered as his huge hands held her tits firmly. Her legs locked about his body, her tits in his hands, there was no way for her to escape him.
Whatever this anal rapist wished to do with her, Donna knew she would have to obey his slightest desire!
And she would certainly miss the Women's Freedom League Meeting that was scheduled for 2 p.m. this afternoon at the Y.W.C.A. Meeting Hall.
For Donna was certainly not a free woman, this ghastly morning of her life.
CHAPTER TWO - "SUCK IT, GENTLY!"
The odd thing was that Donna Green slept for a few moments. Her body was so torn and bruised, and her orgasmic fury had been so full, she was exhausted. She dozed for several minutes. Then she awoke with a start. The man was rolling her over.
"Now you suck my cock." He grunted.
"I won't." Donna said it sharply.
"Oh, yes you will. Then once I got it hard, we shall fuck for a long while." He chuckled.
He swung his belly above and around her belly. His hands released her fine tits. His loins came right before Donna's face. Suddenly she felt his fingers pushing her legs apart. He was spreading her legs right open, and his tongue was diving into her mons bush.
"No, no, you must not do that." Donna whispered with a feverish excitement growing within her.
t "Yea, I got your bud, see." His voice sounded muffled as he stabbed at her love nest. His tongue hit her love bud and Donna gasped. For his tongue sawed against her cunt's wet love bud. It seemed to rasp and rock. It sent electrical chills whizzing right about her body.
The man was fierce and crude. As he worked his tongue at Donna's love bud, his fingers crept right about her ass. One finger started to stab rhythmically at her asshole now.
"No, no, please, it hurts, please!"
"Suck my cock, suck it gently!" The man's voice came faintly to her yet again.
"Yes, yes, I shall."
Donna closed her eyes. Her finger and thumb held his limp cock up. He had wiped it clean on the sheet. Donna managed to swallow her sickened feeling. Her lips parted and she sucked the limp cock into her whole mouth.
"That's better, Now we can really tongue each other." The man grunted out, speaking right into her now fluid cunt. For his tongue working on Donna's love bud had bequested a vicious sexual excitement to her whole being.
* * *
Slowly Donna rocked her head backwards and forwards. His cock was hardening with each stroking move of her tongue and of her teeth. Donna had closed her eyes. She was pretending she was sucking one of those candy rock sticks. But his cock was growing so large, her jaws were wedged apart wider and wider. Each stroke seemed to make his interested cock swell into a gross pulsating sausage of increasing hardness.
The man was gnawing at Donna's cunt so expertly. His tongue had a habit of twisting about her tingling, elongated love-bud. It seemed to try and lift the love bub right up and out. These expert moves had great shiverings and shakings go right down and through Donna Green's slim body. He had her so hot and gasping for fucking. The rape seemed to have been part of some primitive and arousing ritual. Donna felt she had never ever been so especially sexually aroused as she was this moment now!
In fact if his hard on cock had not been now filling all of her mouth, Donna would have started to beg him to fuck her. But his cock was simply jabbing and making her almost gag from its huge throbbing size.
The man was aware of the distress Donna Green was showing. The girl was twitching, flinging herself about on the bed. She was unable to get out from under his expert hands and tongue. Her mouth was trying to spit out his cock. Her loins were starting to buck up and down to reveal how badly she desired full fucking.
, Donna Green gasped and opened her eyes. The man was bending right over her. He had slid his huge cock into her wet cunt. Reamering it right home to its thick hilt, he was now hunched right up against her body. Her legs lolled out either side of him. The man was sweating and grinding tighter and tighter to her.
"I am being hurt." Donna gabbled out. She strained upwards, and felt his cock whirling about inside her.
Her legs locked behind his. He held her to him so as he surged about, both of their bodies working into a slithering wet sweat. Her hair stuck to her head. Her eyes were glassy. She was panting and heaving about. For in some ways Donna had completely lost control of herself.
Yet his cock was humping up and up. It jerked against her. It made her legs kick wider and outwards. She gasped, closed her eyes. Her hands clung to him, for he was seeming to spread her right open, all across the torn, wet and stained bed.
"You are making me come, come, come." Donna babbled out again in a lurid low voice she could not recognize as her own. "I am hurt and all shot, and hurt, God, you brute you are, you are!"
He kept on heaving into her, like a stubborn bullock of a man. She dug her finger nails into his shoulders. It was as if Donna were clawing tightly to him, desperate to survive this threshing of a loving.
His hands groped up into her hair. It was straight and all slippery now. Grasping strands of her hair, he brutally jerked her head back. Her whole body was arched backwards, yielding and splitting wider and wider open.
"You are killing me, you are killing me." That ghastly deep baritone voice Donna could not recognize came from her own throat. She was being sexually assaulted, ripped wide open. He had torn her anus until it bled. Now her cunt was being ripped. Her head was being torn in half by his savage hair tugging. Donna screamed in a desperate high note.
Then as he surged right home and his come leapt out, Donna fainted. Her legs rolled right back. Her head flopped limply over to one side.
The man chuckled savagely. For women often suddenly lost all sign of life with him, this animal moment of terrible and tearing passions. His rape was too brutal to be endured for long.
"I won't let you have it." He grunted.
Then he heaved his body right up. He unstuck from Donna Green's wet and slippery skin.
As he did this, his huge cock slipped from her foaming cunt. Flecks of come, blood and cunt- juices were all intermixed with sweat coming down her fluid loins.
The huge cock seemed to leap about. His jism came. It was creamy and zapped onto her belly.
It spread over her flattened tits. Like a huge thick stream, it spurted from his cock's red helmet over and above her belly.
"Lovely fuck, lovely. But you aren't having this precious stuff in you!" The rapist grunted out.
His hands started massaging his come into her slick and wet skin. Even unconscious as she was, Donna could not help her own orgasm joining his this moment.
She seemed to cough and shudder, and her legs jerked out stiffly, her hands flew back limply.
For his animal attack was so ferocious, the woman could not deny anything to it. Donna gave him everything she had, both form her butt and from her cunt.
He had ravaged her so completely, Donna Green could never be the same person again.
* * *
Donna opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She was lying on her bed. She glanced down. The rapist was still assaulting her. He had tugged her body right to the edge of the bed. There he had pressed her legs apart, and straight out as if she were doing the splits. Her open and wide cunt, he was working his limp cock in.
"I'm gonna come in you this time."
His voice was hoarse. Donna could not reply. It seemed to her that this was no longer her body. He was assaulted and claimed every hair and orifice she possessed. There was nothing left for her to protect nor deny him.
His cock was slowly getting hard on. Donna swallowed and closed her eyes. It was useless to fight him. Perhaps after he had finished raping her this way and that, this sex maniac would kill her anyway. Donna did not dare think of that.
His cock started to strike her weak flesh. Donna gasped. It did not seem possible she still had sensual feeling there. But his cock was hammering at her. Her legs lifted and allowed his cock to rip home right into her.
There was nothing Donna Green would refuse her assailant.
Her head was on one side, with her eyes still closed. But Donna could not help her head wobbling up and down to the hot plunging strokes of his continuous fucking.
"You like this way?" He growled at her.
Donna could not reply. She was too dazed to think who he was and certainly too muddled to recall what was going on clearly. He was the animal who had seized her. She opened her legs and locked them about him. For he was taking her body in full demand now.
"I shall be sore." Donna said aloud.
"Yea, you will be."
Then he bent over her. His come was searing out. Donna kept her legs locked about him. It was curious to feel the way his balls emptied that hot jism right into her. It was dangerous. She would have to wash it all out.
"Great, come in you great, the best, it is the best." The man was all hot, wet and slippery. Her hands flopped off his shoulders down onto the bed.
"I left it in you this time."
Donna nodded. It could not be helped. She was too fucked in so many ways to be able to resist or say anything.
She hoped he would eventually leave her. All Donna wished was to be left alone and allowed to sleep a while. She had lost her body. She had lost half knowing who she was and what her plans for the day had been. All she wanted was to be left alone, alive, to sleep this nightmare off.
* * *
When Donna Green awoke, she was by herself. She lay there staring at the afternoon sunlight beyond her bedroom windows for a long while. A chime rang somewhere. It was two o'clock. That was when the Women's Liberation meeting was due to start at the Y.W.C.A. hall. Donna smiled wryly. Her naked and bruised body had been raped and torn every possible way. But it felt strangely pleasant. Only when she moved did Donna realize how wretchedly and how cruelly she had been misused.
"I shall tell no one, never!" Donna Green swore to herself.
Slowly she crawled from the bedroom. In the bathroom, she gathered the remnants of her torn night gown. The bath water was too cold. Donna managed to add boiling hot water. Then she got into the full tub. She had been somehow badly used, she cried at it.
"That is much better. I might live, after all." Donna spoke to herself.
For much of this time she had been terrified her rapist was still in her house. But now she felt certain he had gone.
The hot water and the bath oils soaked into her cuts and bruises. Donna sighed and slowly felt sanity and feeling returning to all parts of her body. She was going to make certain that sex fiend had not made her pregnant. She shuddered as she thought about that!
Donna could not recall what the man looked like. All she could remember was his thick, stiff cock and the way it had tasted salty as she had sucked it for what seemed half the morning.
For a long while Donna Green soaked her beaten body in the hottest possible water. Then she felt recovered sufficiently to get into her bed.
First she had to remove the soiled and blood stained sheets. Then she douched herself a third time. She was determined to kill all and any sperm the rapist might have put into her. Finally she crawled into her fresh bed, pulled the sheets to her and fell fast asleep.
* * *
Her husband Geoff came home late. The kids told him that their mother had left a note. She was off-color and in bed for the day. They had to go out and buy hamburgers for supper.
"Poor Donna, guess it must be that time of the month." Geoff said to himself.
But then he frowned, for it had been 'that time of the month' only a week ago. Donna had given up the pill, so they had to watch the sex cycle most carefully. Geoff was keenly aware of when his wife was due and not.
Finally Geoff took the supper tray up for Donna to have. He tapped on the door, then let himself into their bedroom.
"Here we are, honey." He switched the light on and put the tray down.
Donna looked very white. Her blue eyes stared at him for a moment, as if hardly recognizing him. Then at last she sighed and sat up. Geoff placed the tray right before her.
"You look bad, did you have the doctor?" He asked.
"No, it was, something I had disagreed with me. I shall get over it." Donna's voice was still husky and hoarse.
"Maybe it is this New Zealand flu?" Geoff stroked her uncombed hair in sympathy. Donna was such a good, loyal young wife. If Donna Green had any faults, it was that she tended to be too busy helping all others in their troubles. Now she was sick and no one had even come to look after her.
"It might be the flu." Donna agreed as she ate slowly.
"That's soon over. Maybe if we have some loving tonight, you will feel better." Geoff Green suggested it more as a loving gesture. "Bit of loving will make you feel right."
Donna gave a harsh sob and dropped her knife and fork. Tears ran down her cheek. She shook her head from side to side. For that moment there was one thing Donna certainly never wished to have ever again. And that was what Geoff was suggesting they do.
"Cheer up, a bit of loving and you will find yourself much happier," Geoff stroked her hair still.
For there was something weak and feminine and so helpless about Donna tonight. The very sight of her had made his cock come hard on instantly.
Geoff felt he had to have it, tonight, for sure!
"There, there, Donna, honey, don't cry so. Eat it all up." He sighed and held her to him lightly. "You are so pretty, honey."
A resigned-to-it-all slope of the shoulders came to Donna Green as she sat there in bed. Men were disgusting animals. She had been rapaciously assaulted all morning. Now here was her husband making furtive moves the very same evening.
She sniffed and wondered how it was the whole world seemed to have gone all so sex crazy. There was no chance for a poor girl to keep her senses, not these days.
CHAPTER THREE - A HARD LESSON
Angela Manniford was a precise, trim woman of thirty. Her husband Lance Manniford was a year younger than Angela. He was owner of the Manniford Sports Store. This never made money, since Lance was usually busy with instructing female customers. Angela was the bread-winner of the family.
There were no children. Angela Manniford was Head Teacher at a large local school. Her top salary was more than enough to keep them, pay for the losses of the shop, and also leave some cash over for holidays in Europe.
Angela was precise, trim and timid. She thought nothing of herself. Preparing to leave for school this morning, Angela knew she was slim, small, with large brown eyes behind a typical pair of school-marm glasses. Her figure was good, and her legs fine. Yet nothing she possessed could compete with the sexy attributes of those wives and girls her husband chased after. Angela came down to her kitchen in a most thoughtful mood. She loved Lance very deeply. There was nothing she would not do for Lance. Even the fact her very handsome young husband was a sadist, Angela allowed for. Lance would chain her and beat her intimate body with a brush, and Angela still loved him. For all his weirdness, Lance was the only man who had ever noticed Angela and come after her. "At least he misuses me, and that is better than being totally ignored." Angela commented to herself as she poured herself out a first cup of coffee. "Which is something!" Angela chuckled.
Being head teacher meant Angela did not have to get to her large school until ten o'clock. Often Angela stayed until ten at night, finishing off papers and arranging upsets that had come up during the day.
She sat down by the kitchen table and sighed. It was not that Angela Manniford was unhappy. She was bored. She knew that Lance would never leave her, but only because she was earning such a good high salary. She also knew the school would never fire her. They would never get another head teacher as capable as Angela Manniford was. Apart from that once a month time when Lance liked to chain her to their large bed upstairs and whip her with a duster or a piece of linen made into a whip, everything was dull.
"Thank God we are different in one way." Angela quipped to herself in typical schoolteacher cynicism.
There were footsteps sounding from the car- drive beside the house. For a moment Angela was nervous. She wondered who it might be. Still in her dressing gown and with her long white nightie on beneath that, Angela shivered. Then the kitchen door bell chimed.
"Hello, water inspector. Any one in? Inspector Number Eight Seven Nine, call the board and verify I am inspecting the area." Came a nice baritone male voice.
Angela Manniford stood up. She felt an uneasy excitement within her. Why, Angela just could not say. It was something about his voice. It excited her too much. Angela came slowly over and peered through her kitchen window.
The man waved an Identification Card before her. Angela read the number and nodded. Inspector Eight Seven Nine. Yes, she would call the Water Department and check him out.
"I have to inspect your faucets." The man smiled.
"Yes, yes, after I have called." Angela called back to him.
So Angela Manniford did check up on the man. Not that she thought for a moment he was a bogus Water Inspector. The Department cleared him right away. Just as Angela Manniford thought. It was all quite above board and safe.
Coming back to the kitchen door, she unlocked it. The man stepped past the fly screen and smiled.
"Would you like a cup of coffee, Inspector, before you start poking about the way you have to?" Angela Manniford asked.
"That would be nice, thank you." The man smiled and put down his thick record book.
After all, Angela thought, if hers was a boring job, then this Inspector must have the most boring of all boring jobs, to go around inspecting people's faucets, of all things to do for a living!
* * *
Angela Manniford decided not to dress until after the Water Inspector had left. There was plenty of time.
After he had finished a cup of coffee and smoked a cigarette, the man went to work. He checked down in the basement. Then he checked the kitchen, then the hall toilet. Now he went upstairs.
"Where is the radiator, Mrs. Manniford?" He asked as Angela followed him up.
"Down there, under that side." Angela pointed out.
The Inspector got down onto his knees. He had a flash-light and used It to illuminate under the chest of drawers to try and locate the radiator connection.
"I think we might have cut it off." Angela commented.
"I just cannot make it out!" The Inspector peered about down there.
"Let me see!" Angela went down onto her hands and knees. He gave her the torch so Angela could see to the wall at the back. "Yes, yes, where there is that gap. It is obvious! I am surprised you did not see that, Inspector." Suddenly Angela stiffened. His hands were holding her down, while somehow he was moving her dressing gown up over her body.
"What are you doing! What the hell do you think!" Angela yelled.
"Do not scream, and you will not be hurt." The man was right over her butt. "I love your ass. It's a beautiful ass."
"My God!" Angela spoke to the floor and the wall behind the chest of drawers. "My God, let me go! You must let me go!"
For his hand was on her naked crotch. His fingers were digging into her cunt lips. Already her legs were being spread wide apart. Head down, butt up on his lap, Angela was paralyzed. Her naked ass was wide open for him to do as he pleased. She could not even lift her head to look back.
A groaning sound of terror came from her throat. She swallowed and managed to speak as calmly as possible.
"Do not hurt me. I won't scream, only, do not hurt me."
The man took his time raping her. Angela lay face down on the carpet, staring under the chest of drawers. Her body arched up onto his lap. The Inspector had moved her legs right apart, wide about his waist. Her dressing gown and nightie were rolled forward to above her firm hips. After caressing her cunt and her ass for a while, the man unzippered his own trousers.
"What are you going to do, now?" Angela asked gently.
"Put some vaseline on." His voice was very husky.
"On what?" She asked, and instantly regretted having done so.
"On my cock, of course. I am going up your ass first. You have got the finest butt I have ever seen."
"Am I supposed to be thankful for that compliment?" Angela could not help saying this. "Do you have to ruin me, this way?"
He was busy smearing the vaseline about his huge red cock's helmet. He also smeared some of the grease about her asshole. Then he put some over the moist lips of her hot and now excited cunt.
"Why are you doing that?" Angela whispered. The vaseline felt slimy and cold. He meant what he was doing. Now she was most certain. Everything the man did was so expert. He was obviously a most experienced rapist.
"Last time I went up the back, I had a sore cock for two weeks afterwards. She was that tight. Have you ever had it up there, Mrs. Manniford?" He sounded so polite!
Angela was lying with her face on one side, on top of her hands resting on the landing carpet. She swallowed. Angela had been thinking how ridiculous this all was. She ought to kick out, to start screaming, to try and hurt him in the balls with her heel of something. But this was all so polite and silly.
"No, no, not there. My husband did try once, but he was not successful. You will hurt yourself here, also." She added as if at least trying to warn him, or put him off.
"Nice ass, wonderful ass. Let's get into you." The man moved about slowly.
Angela closed her eyes and gave a sob. For he was parting the naked cheeks of her ass with both hands. She felt a strained wetness come to her cunt lips. His hands were so strong.
* * *
The woman was offering her ass in the most perfect way. She was face down on the carpet. Her legs were splayed out. Her ass was right before him.
"Beautiful cheeks, like white melons, so perfect." His hands peeled the ass-cheeks wide apart. Then his cock pressed into the vaseline smeared over the anal sphincter. In one crude thrust he went right home.
"My God!" Angela screamed.
For his huge cock had somehow impaled her. Her head thrashed this way and that. But he was ramming in and pulling out, then ramming in again. Angela screamed several more times. But she was being wedged right down against the carpet. Her head was banging on the chest of drawers. Finally her hands and arms were right out. Her legs lolled and she was a limp head bunching up as he rammed into her ass. Then she sighed and came limply looser as he pulled back again.
"This is fine. You got a perfect ass. It isn't hurting me at all." His voice growled out this information.
Angela did not reply. She had heard him. Her eyes were very wide open. She was trying to ease his cock as it worked in and out. For the woman was terrified he might tear her body to pieces if he became too wild. Her legs swayed to the rhythm. Her mouth opened and she was panting in a loud, hoarse manner. The pain was like a stabbing shock, yet she had also orgasmed. Her come was streaming down her inner thighs from her cunt lips.
A glazed stare began to settle in Angela's open eyes. She was into a daze condition of rape. For she had been unable to accept that it was happening to her. Now this expert rapist was playing with her cunt, her tits, her ass, and making her feel her body was being ripped into a thousand pieces by savage, terrifying hands.
The man was happy. He had the woman almost naked by now. Ripping away the last of her nightie, he had Angela fully impaled on his cock. He tugged her upwards. Her legs were splayed right out. A dribble of moisture ran from the sagging corners of her mouth. Her body was bleeding, all sweat, come and cunt juices. In most ways, Angela was proving to be the really enjoyable rape victim he had always hoped to hunt down.
"There, I'm gonna come, gonna come."
He told her this as he bounced her up and down on his lap. Her back was towards him. He held her at the simple and correct angle by having both hands on her firm tits. Angela's head toppled forward. Her dark hair hung straight down. It waved about as her body was bounced faster and faster. His cock was tightly up her ass. And suddenly he was spurting his first great come into her.
"Aaaah! My God." Angela groaned as her acknowledgement that he was coming right inside her. "You are--an--animal."
This annoyed the man. He pressed her down and screwed his cock about most cruelly. This caused rips and tears of flesh about Angela's tight anus. She gave a sharp scream and lolled over. Then he went back to bouncing her until his come was all over.
"Now we can have the rest in bed, honey." He grunted to her.
He gathered her body up, and carried her into the bedroom. Angela's head teacher's smart costume lay ready on the bed. He swept it off. Her streaming and bruised body was tossed down.
"No, leave me alone." Angela sobbed out as she fell onto the fine bed.
"We just got started, honey." The man kicked the bedroom door shut. He threw off the last of his clothes. Naked, he stood and stared down at her.
Angela was lying on her side. Her naked ass was white and perfect as she lay still. She was panting, tears down her cheeks. Her eyes were closed.
"Let's have a look at your cunt." The man grunted crudely.
He reached down and dragged her left leg over and outwards. This spread-eagled Angela. She stared at him, and her hands tried to creep down to cover her wet crotch. The man laughed.
"There, lovely cunt!" He had such a mass of curly black hair on his own chest.
Slowly he lowered himself right down on top of Angela. He grasped her wrists and tugged her arms right out. His chest massaged away at her tits as he wriggled and settled skin to skin against her belly and loins.
"You have hurt me, back there." Angela closed her eyes so she need not stare at her assailant. "I think I am bleeding."
"We can fuck now, once my cock gets hard on again." The man was so strong. He suddenly locked her arms to her side. Then he tugged the bed cover about them.
"Can I get up?" Angela whispered timidly.
"No, stay here."
She closed her eyes. Her ass ached badly. But his arm was still about her. All of him seemed to make her husband Lance a thin weak memory. This rapist was built like an all-in wrestler.
"Are you really a water man?" Angela could not help asking it.
"Yes, for the moment. Another time I am the gas man, or the electricity man, even a fireman. But I always get a woman who knows how to fuck both ways, and also knows she has to shut up about it all afterwards. Those I like I get back to another time."
My God, thought Angela Manniford, he will come back. That would be more terrifying than this first experience. For at least oh this first encounter with the anal rapist, a girl had no idea of the agony, humiliation and debasement that is coming her way.
"Do they scream when you return?" Angela whispered thoughtfully.
"They love it. Get your ass wide enough, we could have a two way session a couple of times a month."
Angela was silent for a moment. Then she opened her eyes and stared at him incredulously.
"Don't you go to prison for this?" She demanded to know.
"Prison, for what?" The rapist sounded astonished.
"For attacking helpless women, for raping them. You have done this many times before, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"Then why aren't you punished?"
"No one complains."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that, so there, no one complains."
"I don't believe you." Angela was shocked.
"I am free. I am still with an Inspector's badge."
"By now I know that is a phony badge."
"It isn't." He was quite indignant. "It is a real one. I have six real badges. No one has ever complained."
His words were so strongly said, so convincing that Angela suddenly believed him.
"Women do not go to the police, even after you've done, well, what you just did to me?" Her voice had a note of awe in it.
"That's right. They get to love it. You got any kids?"
"No, I haven't." Angela sounded hoarse and prim at the same time.
'Then we ought to watch it." He commented.
"We ought to watch what?" Angela demanded to know.
"That you don't get knocked up." He chuckled crudely. His finger was rolling her tit nipple between his thumb and finger and she was shuddering in her agony and her ecstasy.
"Don't do that. Don't. Please." Angela Pleaded.
"I shall knock you up, if you want."
"No, that's not possible. I cannot have children." Angela sounded quite smug over this fact.
"Sure it isn't your husband?" The rapist whispered.
"That is none of your business." Angela told him.
His other hand gathered in her cunt hairs and slowly worked the whole of her cunt round and round. Angela shook, sobbed, went wet and cried out.
"No, no, you mustn't!"
"You seem pretty ripe to me." He grunted.
"I haven't ever--it's impossible. It might be Lance, but he doesn't want any anyway." Angela was babbling this as the man stuck three fingers into her cunt. He seemed to be plucking her love bud out of her body. She screamed and her legs tried to twitch wide open.
"We can fuck, once you have sucked my cock hard on again." He told her.
"I never, never do that." Angela insisted.
"You will, this time. You'll love doing it." He had his hand gathering her cunt right into a grasp like a claw-fisted sex eagle.
"Yes, yes, I shall, I shall." Angela cried out desperately.
"Of course you will. But no biting, and just gentle sucking. I want my next lot of come to go right in you. Your ass will love it when I come back and have you again, another time."
"When will that be?" Angela whispered.
"When I jump you." He laughed.
His claw-like hands were rippling up and down her body. The woman felt herself wet and sticky. Her cunt was flowing by the way he plucked and pulled and moved each erogenous point of flesh over all parts of her body.
"You filthy swine!" Angela sobbed out.
For she could no longer help herself. She was bucking and wriggling, so anxious was her body prepared for desperate fucking. She was deeply angry over all of this. Her own body was betraying her to this rapist attacker. How weak was female flesh.
He made her cunt lips part even wider, using two fingers. As his third finger danced and jabbed against her love bud, Angela closed her eyes and cried out.
"God, yes, yes, God! You are a depraved brute. Get it done. Yes, I let you. Anything."
Sweat was streaming down her tormented skin. Angela felt still that anal aching, but it was now covered by a golden heat of need from her cunt and loins. She was panting and helpless. This crude animal of a male had beaten her down into a pulsating heap of desiring ache!
* * *
The man lowered his head and started suckling on her tits. His teeth rubbed against each nipple in turn. Angela grasped his head and held his lips to her tits. She groaned and shook.
For such was their heat together, she had forgotten how he had forced his entry.
Angela Manniford had been quiescent and timid for far too long. The rapist had sprung alive a wild tiger of a sexual hunger within the head teacher. Angela was not going to let go easily. Certainly she would never release him until she had satisfied the crazy urges of this sexually overwhelming day!
CHAPTER FOUR - "I AM NOT A WEIRDO LIKE THAT!"
Kneeling on the bedroom carpet before her bed, Angela Manniford was naked and hot. The man was holding her head. Slowly Angela was suckling his limp cock. His hands moved backwards and forwards as her head rocked.
"Aaah, you got me rising." The man gasped.
For Angela had often given head to her husband Lance. This was' one of the slow self-amusements that Lance offered his wife. Now Angela was dripping heat, fired by the cruel treatment and the anal rape, the woman was sucking and mouthing her rapist's cock as if she would never release it.
"I got that feeling." The man grunted. He lay back, his huge hands drawing the naked Angela over him. His cock stuck up into her mouth. Angela's head bobbed up and down, up and down. The man closed his eyes and groaned.
"Now mount me, up, get it in you." He told her urgently.
"Ahh-hah!" Angela shook her head.
Instead she crouched with her loins squatting right over the man's face. He was staring up at her gleaming wet cunt. He reached up and pulled her cunt down. His tongue hit her love nest and Angela let his glistening cock flow out of her wide mouth.
"Oooh, you know it all, ooh, you brute." Angela was trying to wrestle with him.
"Now we have to fuck." He told her.
Angela had toppled slowly over onto the bed. She was staring at him. There was surprise on her face. For Angela had hardly noticed what her rapist looked like at first. It was only now, with the heat and the fun games of sucking and fucking being played that Angela could look at him. For she had to admit, she was really enjoying his assaults on her body.
"You nut. I am not a weirdo like that!" She told him.
"What do you mean?" The man was astonished.
"I suck, I never let a man get in me." Angela was red with fury.
"But I got in you." He told her with a coarse laugh.
"That back way, it's sore, but it doesn't make me all fat and pregnant!" A curious rage was flickering over Angela Manniford's features. Her wet body was writhing and quivering for fucking.
"We fuck, now you got my cock hard." The rapist told her.
"No, I shall scream. I shall bite you. You won't get me." She screamed out hysterically.
It was as if this was the first moment that Angela Manniford, local head teacher, realized that she was being sexually assaulted this very morning. Up to now, she had been quiet, timid and anally raped in the most brutal way with hardly more than a sob of protest.
Now the man was threatening to fuck her normally, Angela Manniford turned into a raging tigress.
"I am gonna knock you up. That's what you're scared of. You smell as ripe as a perfect plum to me." The man questioned her body. His fingers touched her cunt lips again.
Angela seized hold of his arm and tried to bite his hand. But the man was too experienced with women, and far too strong and too quick for her.
"You bitch of a hot cunt!" He growled.
His hand shot up and grabbed her short black hair. He tugged her head right back. His move took Angela completely by surprise. Her head had to arch backwards, and her body followed. As she flipped over onto her back, the man launched himself into her cunt. His cock rammed into her in the most brutal flesh to flesh way.
"God!" Angela screamed. "You are killing me!"
Jerking and heaving his body about furiously, the man was ravaging Angela immediately. His cock had torn open her virginal cunt. It was astonishing to find a married woman who was still a full virgin. The man laughed and wriggled like a pressing eel against her. Blood, sweat and cunt-juices were now streaming down Angela's naked thighs, rubbing against his leaping thighs as he made her sob louder and louder. It made them all slippery this way.
"You, you, you--You! Aaaah!" Angela screamed.
For his cock was now fully home into her body. He had ripped her into a raw flesh opening. His huge hands clawed her tits wide apart. He was jerking up into her so savagely, Angela suddenly went into a paroxysm, forming and jerking, then slumping over in a semi-conscious condition.
"That's it, hot cunt, all ripe to be fucked and filled." He laughed at the way she became utterly helpless now.
For he knew when a woman was completely beaten. Angela Manniford had no way of holding out against him. It was going to be a great day of sex sports, fucking this one.
The man always checked his victims out very carefully long before he came knocking at their kitchen door.
He knew that Lance Manniford was away in Las Vegas for two days. He also knew that there was something deeply wrong with the Manniford marriage, but the man had never realized that Angela was still an unconsummated wife. Her virginity was still there after four years of her marriage to Lance Manniford. Such was the husband's strange sex games.
But there was obviously a great fear here. Lance was one of those womb conscious men who are terrified at the idea of even accidentally making their wife pregnant. The moment Lance ever put his hard on cock against his wife, touching her virginal hymen, then his erection collapsed suddenly like an instantly deflating balloon.
Now here was the rapist's cock deflowering Lance's wife for him. Her hymen was split and gone instantly. The rapist's huge cock had expanded this tight cunt into a living, blood filled nest of heat and especial excitement. For today, this week was the ripe period of the month for Mrs. Manniford. This was why she could not hold herself away from this ravaging and ravishing male. Her mind might scream "Rape!" but her body demanded that hot come seed of life!
"You hurt me here, also." Angela said it aloud, without opening her eyes.
She was bucking up and down to the strokes of the cock that was fucking her furiously. Sweat came and streamed down the sides of her face and body. The man was splashing about in the mixture of moistures that now lubricated the hot fucking.
"I am coming!" Angela said it suddenly. Then she opened her eyes and stared at him. "No, I must not! I am coming! Stop me, please stop me coming!"
The man growled into an earthy chuckle and fucked even faster. His cock was making that wet swishing noise and it rippled in and churned about right inside her exploding cunt.
"Yes, yes, my God. I am, yes, ohh, yes! My goodness." Angela could not help jerking about as her legs went stiff. Her tits stuck right out. Her body shook and her orgasm turned into a crimson faced raging ecstasy of complete sexual release.
"I am gonna come too, right in you." The rapist grunted.
Then he churned his cock right into the leaping white-gold passion hole of heat that was Angela's cunt. His come was zapping out into her. He coughed and grunted and shook stiffly. For his balls were firing out jism in white-hot spasms that seemed to make them both shake and lock to each other as tightly as possible.
"My God!" Angela whispered. "That is sure to do it!"
Her small lean face had changed. Without her glasses, Angela had tended to blink and peer forward in almost a spinster manner. For the woman did have many odd spinster mannerisms she had collected as part of being head teacher to the large school. Now she stared at the rapist and seemed in total awe of him. His virile sperm was flooding into her. Angela Manniford did not have to be told just what was happening within her sexual being.
"You made me, all the way." She whispered.
"It was nice. I love your ass better."
"You are so warped!" Angela flushed. How could he prefer the rear method to the glorious moment that had just experienced together.
"I shall have to come and have you regularly, both ways." He told her.
"No, never. I shall tell the police. The very next time you come and force your way in on me, I shall get the police immediately." Her school-marm's tone made him open his eyes. He smiled and kissed her on the mouth.
Angela was shocked by this mouth to mouth kiss more than by any other rapacious effort of the morning. That he should expect her to answer his kiss was a brazen attempt at escaping the brutal violating ways he had forced on her.
But her lips opened slightly, and her tits pressed right against him. Her body was glued to his skin. Her mouth was slightly open as his tongue pressed to hers. For now she was giving all of herself in every possible way.
"You fuck well with me. I shall be here next Thursday, again. We can do it regular, while he's away. I shall stay tonight and go off tomorrow late."
"How did you know he was away?" Angela's brown eyes stared at her rapist lover. Her voice was a whisper.
"You are making me all sticky. It's a real mess, you virgins bleed so much." He chuckled and held her head to him so they kissed again.
Angela Manniford had blushed a deep red. There was nothing she could do.
Her body was raw, sore, torn, bruised, bleeding and battered, as well as soddened with his copious shots of hot sperm. But she wriggled belly to belly with him, and they kissed for a long while.
The head teacher forgot everything else. He had taken her and that was all. The jungle fierce loving ways had not only whipped her into being his sex slave. The Rapist had also brought out a kind of savage devotion towards him and his huge cock. Angela had never realized how important that cock could be between a man and a woman. And she was sleeping in his arms for an hour or more.
* * *
"I cannot just come to bed with you, honey."
The rapist tried to explain to Angela.
"Why not? Isn't that easier than rushing in and forcing me?" Angela stared at him in astonishment. So far he had eaten lunch, then dinner, and had stayed late. Now she expected them to go to bed together for the first night.
"It's like me telling you my name, you see." The man grunted out. That he had also refused to let her know.
"Your name, that perhaps I understand." Angela agreed. "You might be thinking I shall turn you over to the police any moment at all."
"No, no, that is the last thought I have." The man insisted. "I don't want you to know my name because I wish to be a beast, a fierce attacker, a rapist, and nothing more."
"Surely a rapist comes to bed with his woman, doesn't he?" Her voice sounded most puzzled.
"I shall have to break into your bedroom! Then I can leap upon you as you are asleep. That way I shall enjoy it naturally."
" 'You will enjoy it .naturally' that way?" Angela stared at him. "Well, is that the only way you have ever gotten into bed with a woman? "
"It's the only way I know how." He admitted.
"How many times, how many women? I mean, you can't always have gone on raping girl after girl like this?" Angela thought he must be lying.
"I never had many complaints. One once said she did not really care for it, but later she admitted she was thrilled. Women normally hate being raped. But I only attack women who need to be raped. They are the ones who answered that advertisement about 'Off to a Life of Adventure.' I put that advert in the Green Sheet myself."
"I never replied to any advertisement in the Green Sheet." Angela announced firmly.
"You must have done! Where else would I have gotten your name and address? I only go for those who are perfect, and your letter was perfect!"
"My goodness!" Angela Manniford suddenly held her calm hands to her cheeks. "Lance! Lance told me he was replying to some weird advertisement. He asked if he could use my name. In fact I signed it, the letter. Yes, you are right. I did answer that advertisement! Oh, you evil man, trapping poor innocent and lonely women this way."
"I shall climb up and into your bedroom, and we can be at it all night." He told her suddenly.
"If--if you wish." Angela flushed and lowered her head. For her rapist lover was so huge in his manhood. She felt all wet and weak to think he was going to storm into her bedroom and start the assaults all over again.
"I hope you will be a bit more gentle, this time, dear." She whispered.
After she had bathed, a steady but sweet weariness came over Angela Manniford. It was now late in the evening. Her body seemed to be aching, but also so light and sensitive.
The rapist seemed to have fled. Angela wondered if he would return or not. In any case, she was so weary, she simply had to go to bed.
"To hell with Lance. He doesn't even know how to use his!" Angela said to herself as she brushed her short black hair down.
Getting into a flimsy short night gown, Angela got into her bed. She and Lance had used double beds in the marriage room. Now Angela could see why. He was frightened she might come to demand regular frontal loving instead of all that queer stuff he went in for.
"I must get a nice large bed for both of us." Angela murmured. "In fact he might like a round bed. I must ask him."
She was thinking of her rapist lover, not of her strangely sexed husband. Her interest in Lance decreased in proportion to the way her body felt hotter and hotter for her new demanding and commanding rapist lover.
"I wonder if he will come tonight, again." Angela held her book and pondered on the matter. "He might strain himself, so many times a day, and then at night too. He cannot have that much left!"
She lay back and glanced over towards her open verandah window. There was a full moon tonight.
Her body was so satiated already, and her day had never been less strenuous! Suddenly Angela fell fast asleep.
His hand was on her cunt. It was dark. He was panting and all naked. Drawing her to him, the rapist forced her legs apart. His vaselined finger whirled around in her cunt entrance.
"God, you are so sudden." Angela sobbed.
"How do you know?" The man replied.
"Who are you?" Angela cried out.
For the man was someone else with quite a different voice!
CHAPTER FIVE - THE HIGH JUMPBER
The Water Inspector was an expert, at many things besides rapacious ravishings. He prided himself that every one of his Utility Licenses were correct and bona fide. He had studied many hours at night courses to qualify for his official licenses. The fact they were only used in order to gain entry to a house and a weak helpless woman was the reward. He had always intended to develop such anal skills. But it always had to be with some new female. And so he knew all about gas, water, sewage, drainage, infestation, law and firearms, fire prevention and precautions. In all he was a veritable encyclopedia of social information. Yet all he cared about was a fine new ass which he could assault with enjoyable deliberations. For to him the situation was as important as the assault. One added a piquant flavor to the other.
At first he had always feared being reported. If any one of his victims should appeal to the police, then he was in trouble. But he discovered a new factor. He so debased the women by his anal rape, they were too ashamed to admit such a happening. It took him some while to discover why his raped victims were so mute. Then he pretended to be a police detective, and called to see a girl who would never recognize him. While he had raped her up the anus, she had never seen his face.
To his astonishment, the girl never, never mentioned one word of that assault on her body. In fact she seemed to have completely cut it out of her mind. The traumatic experience left some very nervous twitches, but not a word of accusation!
Having realized all the women he raped both sides were loath to admit to what had happened, the man felt himself at liberty to continue. He knew from statistics that but one rape in sixteen is ever reported. His confidence began to blossom. Yet he was just as cautious as ever he had been before.
The next opportunity occurred while he was using his knowledge of water pipes and their layout. For once he was genuinely on the job as a Water Inspector. It seemed that now he only had to wait, and opportunity for his rapacious appetites presented itself from all directions.
* * *
The cellar beneath the wash-court of a high- rise condominium apartment block had flooded. The emergency crews arrived and cut off the main, then did a temporary repair. The water was turned on again. It was up to the Water Inspector to check the whole building and inform the people of the incident.
It was at the penthouse that the Water Inspector ran into a weird situation. He came out of the elevator pleased with his work. In one hour he had managed to cover the whole building. Most people seemed not to have even known the water had been off. There was just the two penthouse apartments to tell, and he was finished here.
"Hello, anyone in?" The water man knocked on the door.
The door swung slowly open. It seemed they had forgotten to close it. The man frowned, this time he would ring the bell.
"Hello, anyone at home? Your front door is open." He called as he pressed the door bell buzzer button.
There was an echo of the buzzer sounding off somewhere down at the rear of the luxurious penthouse apartment. The water man frowned and wondered what he ought to do about all of this.
In any case, since the front door was open, he could enter and check all the faucets. Obviously it was an official job, and he had already informed the companion penthouse across the hallway. They would verify his story.
"Hello, I am the Water Inspector. There has been a crack in the supply main and I have to tell you about the water supply." Saying this standard greeting, he advanced over the thick crimson pile carpet. This penthouse was a real love nest for private love lives only. The sensual colorings, the pink bed-sheets, the sexual scent in the air, they all evoked a hard on cock passion within the rapacious water man.
"Hello, anyone at home?" His voice had lowered to a growling question. His body ached. The place was so perfect for lively fucking of each and every possible sort.
* * *
There was a roof-top swimming pool on a short terrace. The early morning sunlight blasted down upon the scene. Right by the open terrace slide windows was a neglected nightie. The water man picked it up. There was a strong scent of heavy perfume. Perhaps the girl had gone for an early morning swim. He looked around in a lusty way. He could only think of some pale pink ass, with nice young melon hard cheeks to part and ravish.
"Hello, anyone here?" He called through the sunlit air.
"Who is it?" Came a female voice in reply.
"It's the Water Inspector, Ma'am."
"Who did you say?" The voice sounded worried.
"The Water Inspector, Ma'am." He repeated it.
"What do you want?"
"There has been a breakdown in the supply."
"Has there? Don't worry me about silly things like that!"
As the woman replied to him again, at last he could make out where she was.
"I am sorry to disturb you." He called.
"I thought you might be the police." The woman answered.
She was naked, and he thought for a moment she was sun bathing. But this early morning sun was not warm at all. Besides, she sat right on the parapet edge of the main wall. The drop below her was several hundred feet down to the roadway far below.
"Why, are you expecting the police?" He asked gently.
"I am going to jump, sooner or later." Her voice was quite calm.
"I found the front door open." The water man said it as if it was just an odd excuse he had to make to her for being here at all.
"Oh, George must have left it open. We had a row. I am finished. I am finished with everything. Life is not worth going on with."
She lowered her head to her raised knee. Her long golden hair hung down obscuring the nakedness of her thigh. The water man sat down in a poolside chair and stared at her. There was simply a delicious curve of her ass, pink and white. Her ass was resting on the wider grey concrete parapet itself. He had such an ache along his hard-on cock, he wondered why he did not rush her that very moment. But of course, she was right on the very edge.
"You got a beautiful ass." He told her.
"What did you say?" The girl turned and stared at him.
"I said you got a beautiful ass."
"You make me feel embarrassed. Why don't you go away? I am going to jump soon. The moment I hear those police or ambulance sirens, I go over. I am not at all scared about it."
He knew by the tone of her voice that the young woman meant exactly what she was saying. There was a calm indifference. He wondered what it was had put her naked on the edge of death this fine blue and white morning.
"I shall have a swim. I want to check the pool water. There was a break in the flow." He got up and started to undress.
"You are crazy, man." The young woman watched him like an ultra suspicious hawk about to fly off at the first sign of any trickery. "No, the main cracked and flooded the basement. I have been telling every one all the way up this building. I might as well have a dip. Is your pool heated?"
"Who the hell cares?" The girl turned and looked away. The city lay bathed in the white gold light of early morning, all down there far below her.
The water man removed all his clothes. Even in the crisp air, his huge hard on cock stuck out. It had a large red helmet. He placed the handy tube of vaseline jelly down by the pool side. He would need it, once he got his hands on the perfect young piece of ass wasting its time on the high parapet across from him.
"Oh, this water is cold!" He growled as he stepped into the shallow end of the pool.
"It is cold?" The girl glanced back. "My God! You are obscene!"
She was staring at his huge cock. I wobbled up and down before him in the naked sunlight of the bright morning.
"Me, I am obscene?" The water man laughed. "You go on and take your jump, Ma'am."
"Parading around in front of someone, with that ghastly thing. You sick or something?" The girl flushed pink as she spoke. She could not help herself staring at his cock.
"The front door was left open." He waded slowly along.
"Are you a for real Water Inspector, or are you some nut?" The girl was staring at him.
Now he turned and waded away from her. She still watched him. Turning, he scooped up some water and showered it down on his dancing piece of meat.
"Got to cool the old whang off now and again." He said.
"You are obscene! You're a sick man! Get out of here!" The young woman screamed at him as if suddenly enraged by his actions.
The water man ignored her. He splashed more water onto his cock. It still hung there quivering and thick. Then he flicked off some of the water. He saw a bird feather floating on the water. Taking it up he inspected it.
"You are a nut. Now what have you got hold of?" The woman asked.
"None of your business. Go and jump over the wall." He growled as he turned away from her.
Taking up the tube of vaseline jelly, he undid the cap. Neatly he spread the jelly all over his massive cock.
"What are you doing, are you masturbating?" The woman called in a hoarse voice.
He had turned his back towards her. All she could see was that the man was working his hand up and down. She was certain he was massaging his large cock.
"What are you doing, tell me, you obscene brute!" She screamed.
"Go on-and jump. It's none of your business."
He barely even moved his head to call this -back to her.
The woman forgot all about the precipice she squatted by. She swung around and yelled, enraged at his tone.
"You sick brute." She screamed.
Then she slipped and half fell over the edge. Her naked torso dangled fifteen stories over the street far beneath. She sobbed loudly as she grabbed the parapet. She struggled to save herself this vital moment.
"I am going over!" She screamed.
"Go and stop boasting about it." He shouted back.
"You are insane! Help me, you insane nut!" She sobbed.
"Look who is talking. Let go and drop, you stupid bitch."
As he said this the water man turned around. He had stuck the bird's feather onto the thick layer of vaseline over his cock. This ludicrous sight made the feather seem to grow out of the end of his cock. He laughed and leaned back to wobble the whole amusing thing up and down over the swimming pool water.
"See? A feathered cock, how about that!"
The woman was clinging onto the parapet for her life. She peered over the edge of it. At the sight of his cock a sharp cry came from her. She was amazed, and almost let go. But she managed to cling on.
"You are mad! Help me, please, help me!" She cried out.
* * *
For a few moments the water man grinned at his feathered great cock. Then he waded slowly over to the side of the pool close to the desperate young woman. Only her head was showing above the grey concrete parapet by now. He looked at her as if she ought to vanish at any second, which the woman well might do!
"Help me, you sick bastard!" Her voice was strained as she groaned this out to him.
"I thought you wanted to jump! I thought you were a high diver." The water man stepped up out of the pool.
He reached over the parapet and put his great hands under each of her armpits. Then he drew her straight up, over the side and across his lap.
Without a pause, the water man slung her across his shoulder. He had one hand on the chilly pink buttocks that a moment before had been dangling in thin air.
Striding over the terrace, he headed for her bedroom.
It was time to enjoy himself with her.
* * *
"What are you going to do?" The woman asked huskily. She had not yet gotten over her struggle to keep on the parapet.
"Here, you got scratches from the concrete." The water man lowered her face down onto her large gold bedspread. He knelt down and wiped some of the vaseline from his cock onto his thumb.
"Leave me, go and leave me. You are sick. I cannot look at you." She whispered into her pillow.
But his hands were on the cheeks of her pink, cold ass. He massaged them slowly. The woman lay there, getting over the shock of being plucked back out of naked space. Then she gradually became aware of what his hands were doing.
"You leave me alone!" She stuttered out.
"Lovely ass you have, Ma'am. I just got you here, and I got to fuck you all ways."
"You got to do what to me?" She simpered in a low whisper. "Did I hear you right?"
"I am going to do this, first." He said.
He moved his vaselined thumb over her ass- ring. The blob of cold grease made her gasp. But now his hand gripped her neck, and as he moved her legs right apart, he dragged her butt up to him.
"Such an ass needs a real fucking." He growled into her ear as he hooked himself over her smooth back.
"Don't, don't, please, don't!" The woman whispered desperately.
"Once each side. And one scream, and I'll break your neck for you." He grunted.
Then he heaved his loins forward right between her outstretched legs. His cock popped in through her ass-eye, cornholing her in a great pressing onrush of hot hard flesh.
As if enraged now, the water man was pumping up and down on her butt. The bed swayed and brought her back against him. So their flesh went slap, slap, slap and her butt met his straining belly in the downward and inwards plunges.
"Oooh! Ooooh! Oooh!" the woman had to grunt out to the rhythm of her anal raping.
Such was the man's pleasure now, that he worked faster and faster. Sweat glowed on his body. He was crouched right against the woman, panting and clawing. His cock ripped into her ass so deeply her legs shook out wider and wider. Finally a curious low moaning came from her. For she was unable to prevent her own excitement. His cock was churning up a heat and a pain that made her arms whip over the bed. Her fingers clawed into the yellow silk cover. Her ass pressed against his loins, so his cock spun round and round within her.
"I'm going to come." He grunted. Then he put his arms about her and hugged her to him. His huge hands clawed each tit tightly. As his cock began to spurt the woman gave a harsh sobbing sound. She strained to meet the onrushing pressure. But suddenly she seemed to go all limp.
His come shot into her and he writhed in a crimson agony of fulfillment over her inert body. She was an intense pleasure indeed.
* * *
"You are sick." The woman whispered.
She lay beneath him, and seemed unable to get out from the way he held her down.
He started to surge in and out again. She groaned and went limp yet again. For his cock was controlling everything within her loins. Her legs felt lost, limp and tingling. She was not certain if it were either a bizarre delight or a grotesque torturing.
"I love your ass, it is so tight." He surged in and out.
Her head nodded in rhythm to his moves, but she was unable to reply. Only her feet twisted round and round slowly, as if she were trying to make out how alive she might or might not be now.
* * *
She was on her back, and he lay over her naked body. His weight was mainly across the slender belly. The woman opened her eyes and stared at the red drapes of her lovely bedroom. Her ass ached from the stretching and the strain. She felt she had been torn to pieces in there. He was snoring and she wondered how should she kill him with her bare hands.
Then she thought of escaping. But she remembered how she had been considering suicide that very dawn. It seemed just about the most idiotic thing of all, that had happened.
"You are a rapist. A rapist, nothing else." She whispered.
The latent loathing she ought to have felt for him just was not there. For somehow the woman was blaming herself. It had been her fault the door was left open so he could enter the fabulous penthouse in the first place.
Then if she had not been behaving like an insane idiot on the terrace, he would never have been able to grab her. She wondered what had happened to that feather that had been stuck to his cock. Perhaps he had rammed it up her backside, when he raped her right off. It made her groan to recall how brutal and savage his first assault had been.
"Are you asleep? You are squashing me. Can't you take some of the weight off me?" Her hoarse voice sounded so loud.
"Shut up! We have to fuck again, soon." He promised her.
"You are so coarse, such a weird nut!" The woman had tears running down her cheeks. She was suddenly in great terror of him. He had the strength of a tiger, and was as fierce as a bull on a small cow, ripping and tearing, the ways he had.
"Don't hurt me, please." She whispered. "I'll let you do, or have anything, but don't hurt me."
His hand rested on her large tit, and his thumb slowly caressed her pointed nipple. This erotic massage made a shudder of wariness go through the woman. He was evoking a sexual longing within her. This rapacious animal of a man was actually arousing her.
"God, you are a heavy scene." The woman laughed as she said it slowly. "You are a really heavy scene, you insane fool."
* * *
He woke up and felt her trying to slide away from the bed. Reaching out he just managed to grab her arm. The woman tried to fight back. But she was naked, and her rear ached, also her thighs seemed to have been ripped apart by his raping attack of earlier that morning.
"No, no, let me go, please, let me go." She panted.
"I don't trust you." He threw her over onto the bed.
"I was just going to the toilet." She laughed. "I have to go there, don't I?"
He grabbed hold of her long golden hair, and let her go free. She slowly sat up, rubbing her wrists. Then she glanced at him.
"You are coming there with me?" She sighed.
Then she led the way. He padded behind her, her long hair twisted about his right hand, so he had a good halter on her. The girl sat down on the toilet and grimaced.
"You made me so sore, God, doing it that way. It's disgusting. What sort of a pervert are you, man, anyway?"
She took some toilet paper and cleaned herself. Then she had to stand there as he pissed and still held her hair. The woman fell silent as they walked nakedly back to the luxurious penthouse bed.
"What are you going to do with me, now?" The woman asked quietly.
"I need something to eat, then I am going to fuck you again." He placed his huge hands on her tits and caressed her body in a downwards movement. His hand came to caress her cunt lips. She shivered and stared down, standing right against him like a pale skinned blonde toy of a girl.
"In there, right in there, I am going." His thumb pressed open her cunt lips and worked about neatly in the moist slit. "All the way up and in and out."
"Do it now, then leave me alone." The woman demanded sullenly. "I hurt, and you might as well get it all over."
"Later! I want something to eat. Then we can come back and fuck the rest of the day."
Slowly she lifted her face up and stared at him. She had lean cheek bones, large pale blue eyes. The sun tan on her face, neck and shoulders ended in two white bikini marks. His hand came back to hold her tit.
"I will do whatever you say, as long as you don't hurt me again." Her voice sounded as if she had been gargling with a cup full of gravel.
"I don't trust you at all." He sat down on the bed and tugged her onto his lap. His hand held her cunt hairs and mound in a full way. All of her love-nest seemed to be in a tight grip. She stared down at her crotch. In some ways she seemed unable to believe a man could treat her so cruelly, without respite, without any manners, as if he were some hungry animal.
"You are something else!" The woman whispered in awe.
"Were you really going to leap off, this morning?" He asked her. Then he lowered his head and sucked on her large right tit nipple.
"Oh, God, must you do that! Yes, yes, I was, of course I was. I wish I had. The pain you have done to me, and the mess I am in now, I would have been better doing that. I will do it. Maybe. God, don't bite, please don't bite. Didn't any woman ever tell you to be gentle when you are doing these things?"
His fist was moving her cunt round and round in a strong slow way. She gasped out and went all wet from heat and strained excitement. Her tits were quivering and her legs lolled open.
"You are so basic. I never met such a basic creature before. You must have grown up in the jungle."
Her body was glowing as she arched back, for her loins had opened wide and were quivering with need. The immense pressure from his hand seemed to even control her heart beat.
"I let you do anything, anything." Her head lolled over as she panted this out. He could feel her cunt juices between his stirring fingers. Her legs were twitching in full excitement from the caveman way he was treating her moist body now.
"God, you make me feel. You do make me feel." She panted out, her eyes glazed and her whole body hot for fucking.
Then he picked her up and took her out to the pool. He threw her into the chilly water and watched her scream and thrash about. Then he dragged her out.
"After we have something to eat, I shall fuck you all day. But first we will have some breakfast." He told her.
The girl cried as he held her long wet hair so tightly. She was quivering on her knees before his cock. There was nothing she could say or do.
For he had destroyed her emotional patterns entirely this moment. She was debased, raw and ripped open, aching inside her. And she feared him, each of his smallest moves. So she sobbed and nodded, then held to his naked legs as if pleading with him.
CHAPTER SIX - SATIATED SEX SLAVE
The Water Inspector had decided to play slave games. The luxury of the penthouse accoutrements gave him the idea. He took two long brass lamp chains. One of these he wove about the woman's neck twice. The other chain he used to shackle her ankles. She could walk, but only while making a bright metallic clinging rattling noise. The chain that wove about her neck twice, he held the free end of. In the way he had her now, the woman was totally enslaved and totally at his whim and desire.
"What is your name?" He asked her as he got up.
"Barbra. You are impossible. All this old fashioned chain business. It's crazy, utterly crazy." She sat on the bed and stared down at her ankles.
"Get up, now." He ordered. "You will cook us some breakfast."
"Yes, lord and master, I hear and obey." She laughed.
He jerked her throat chain to show her he meant what he said. The chain flicked about her neck. Her blue eyes stared at him.
"Easy, easy, you fool, you might throttle me." She tried to loosen the chain. But he flicked the loose end against her bare ass. The brass made a sharp biting blow. The girl screamed and staggered.
"You are a sadist!" She choked out.
"Yes, naturally, I love hurting you women."
"Chauvinistic sadistic swine." The woman hobbled hastily after him as he led the way to the superbly modern kitchen. There was an idea in her mind now that her rapist would quite happily strangle her with the brass neck chain. This she was determined not to give him the opportunity of doing.
"When you have had your fun, will you let me go?" She asked as they came into the blue and gold marvels of the kitchen here at the plush penthouse.
"I'll throw you over the roof side, if you like." He grunted it to her as he sat down and played with the brass chain end.
"I bet you would love to do that." She shuffled past him and began taking out the food.
"Bacon, and eggs, toast, marmalade, coffee and the rest. Will that suffice, oh Lord and Master?" She asked.
"Yes, fine, make two plates. One for me, one for you."
"I am not hungry. I don't wish to--ahhh!" She ended in a scream as the chain end flicked her naked ass again. "You swine!"
"You will do as I tell you!" He tugged her neck chain so her face came right to his. "Understand?"
The sudden cruelties made tears stream down her beautiful face. He was utterly mad, the way he glared at her. She choked and managed to loosen the neck chains enough to be able to breathe.
"Yes, yes, I will, but go easy, dear, go easy. You will kill me before I get the breakfast done." She whispered so hoarsely in her terror and shock.
"Before you kill yourself, you mean. Maybe I shall throw you over the wall. Might as well, later." He patted her smooth rump. There were several dark crimson and blue bruises there now. Each one of them were caused either by his cruel fingers, or from some sharp blow from the chain. The girl twitched involuntarily as he touched her flesh. She almost leaped about in a frenzy of fear. For suddenly she had decided that she wished to live. In fact she wished to live more than anything else in the entire world, right here and now!
* * *
With the chains chinking and clanking, Barbra at last managed to serve breakfast. She sat down opposite the water man. As she ate from her plate, she stared at him.
He had thick, bushy eyebrows, and very massive muscles. There were tufts of hair growing out of some of his muscles. His chest was matted with wiry black hair. Obviously the rapist was very strong and very much a domineering male maniac.
"Why do you do this to women?" She managed to ask at last.
"I love doing it." He smiled and showed huge white teeth.
"I know that. You have a Tarzan smile. Do you rape every woman you meet, or am I someone special?" She tried to smile, but it stuck in her throat somehow. Now she was too terrified of him killing her to be able to fall back on her often natural humor. But her charm came to save her. "You are terrifically strong, aren't you?"
"I like your body. It needs a good thrashing once in a while. All women should be thrashed regularly." He sipped his orange juice. He had said this so lightly. It shocked her more than anything else he had said since they had first met.
"You believe in beating women?" She stared at him.
"Yes, women should be beaten, often and harshly. Otherwise they become self-important, overconfident pigs."
This brought a harsh cry of rage out of her innermost heart. After all he had done to her! The anal rape, the basic subjugation, the chaining up! Here he was speaking about women as if they were nothing more than Victorian sex slaves.
"You are mad, quite mad." She meant it firmly.
"You said that before, get on with your food."
"You are an insane--" She began to say.
But he jerked her neck chain. The woman's head suddenly flipped down and almost went into her plate face first. Her nose hit her fried egg and broke into the yellow. As she looked up, the yellow ring on the tip of her nose amused him into smiling.
"In a moment I won't care. In a moment I shall start screaming and screaming, and you won't be able to stop me." The woman had flushed. It was a deep red flush that went from her cheeks, down over her naked shoulders. Her large tits grew red. It was a rage that was slowly overpowering her.
"Here, cool off." The man took a glass of iced water. He flung it straight at her naked tits.
"Aaah!" The young woman gave a squeaking scream. But the neck chain held her towards the table. She gagged and stared at him. He poured more ice water onto her and she swayed and moaned like a hurt grieving being.
"I told you to eat your breakfast, or do you want me to slap you about?" He grunted and showed how vicious he could be.
Tears started down her face again. He was too dangerous. She would have to make a tremendous effort, control herself, and do just as he told her to. Otherwise it was obvious, he was a sadistical maniac. He would torture her with pleasure.
"I shall do as I am told." She managed to whisper like a small girl in some total dread of a great shadow over her.
Yet it was only after a great battle Barbra managed to get her hysterical rage under control. For she was close to breaking out and not giving a damn about the consequences. There was another factor that came into her slavery this moment.
Somehow or other, he had totally enslaved her! It was as if she enjoyed what he was doing to her. Perhaps in all women there is this perverse need to be subjugated over and raped by a strong male once in a while.
Even as she quivered and shook, and dared not let herself slip into close hysterics, she smiled. For he was an utter complete bastard. He was vicious, and he was cruel, and he had her chained like a Southern slave set for fierce whippings.
But Barbra could not deny that it was a dizzy moment of stupefying satisfaction. Never before had she been so humiliated! It so enraged her, it so steeled every resolve within her body, she thought of nothing but her so newly found desire to survive and to live on and on.
For Barbra was determined to survive this vicious rapist's attacks, no matter how long they lasted. She was going to survive, if only to have a chance of one day revenging herself on this cruel fiend.
* * *
The Water Inspector finished his breakfast and was in a much better mood. Barbra was his total sex slave now. She was chained, naked and fully obedient. She even hastily finished her own breakfast. But Barbra could not help shivering now and again. For she was in a terrible fear of the rapist all the time.
"Let's look around this place." He said to her. "Yes, anything you wish." Her voice was husky and wary.
"We might find some interesting ways of fucking you."
Barbra did not reply. His arrogance and male strength made her feel blank and cold. He was going to assault her for the rest of the day. That was obvious. But there was nothing she could do about it. All the same, Barbra did try to rid herself of him.
"You will have to go, soon." She muttered.
"Not until tomorrow mid-day." The Water Inspector smiled so smugly.
"George will be back in an hour." Barbra tried to make it sound real.
"He has gone to the Miami Convention for a week. And anyway, this is your place. Your father owns the building. I put a sign on the door saying 'Do Not Disturb.' That should keep everyone away. They'll think you are entertaining a man again, and they'll be right, won't they, tiger?" He jerked the neck chain.
Her head seemed to shiver. Barbra nodded in sullen fury. Her very nakedness seemed to make her so completely helpless. Now he was showing how well he knew her, and everything to do with her.
"My father would pay you to stop torturing me." Was her next whispered offer. Her voice sounded ghastly. It was hoarse, yet quivering in terror. For Barbra was very scared.
"That's a great idea!" The Water Inspector smiled and reached out. The girl flinched as she expected a blow or a pinch. Instead he patted her head so gently. "I shall ask him for some money tomorrow morning. That may save you from taking the high dive."
"I never intended to do that, actually, in any case." She whispered. "Believe me, I would not have gone over. I often hang out there, to scare people. I often do it."
"We shall never know, now. I think that you will be a good fuck for me this afternoon, and then we got all night to make you as interesting as possible." He was boasting as he relaxed at the smart penthouse breakfast table.
The girl, Barbra, stared at him, then started sobbing. She could not contain the grief she felt. For he was obviously a sexual maniac. And her body already ached from his cruel penetrations. The day and tonight were not exactly a joyous prospect.
All the same, that steely determination to survive had taken great hold of Barbra by now. She was set on that purpose. Nothing this sex fiend could do would finish her off. She would live to see the day of his degradation, That was her only wish in life, now.
The girl stared at his set, harsh features. He was so vicious and so cruel. Barbra knew she had never met such a strong male sex maniac before. He almost overwhelmed her just by his physical conceit. The girl was thinking how she would track him down and get him put away, if it took all of her life, and all of her father's money to do it.
But she was most careful to try and smile. For he could hurt her by just a light tug on that golden bronze neck chain.
"Your father is Johnson of Johnson Industries, then, Barbra?" He used her name for the first time. "He could afford a good sum, for his daughter."
"Yes, ask a million. Ask three if you will let me go right now?" There was a pleading note in Barbra's voice. She hated herself for it, but could not help the note creeping into her voice.
"Hell no, you have a wonderful ass, and if you fuck well, then I shall be happy--balls to being paid for fucking a girl who is good at it." He laughed and sipped some coffee.
"Am I supposed to be pleased, that you find me good at, at being raped, and debased, and made to cringe?" Barbra spoke gently.
"I love you. You are the best victim yet."
"That is some compliment. How many have there been?"
"Fifteen or twenty, I forgot. I lost count. Some I go back to, if they ask me to real hard." He simpered slightly as he said it.
"I do not believe that! No woman, no one would ever want you back again." Barbra said it before she could stop herself.
He jerked the chain right over, so her face almost slapped down onto the table surface. Then he neatly bent over and tongued her ear, nose and face. Barbra writhed and choked, but could not help herself.
"We are going to fuck until you know how good it can be!" He whispered. "In fact I am going to make you someone very special. You are going to plead with me to come back and do it again and again, Barbra Johnson, just you see."
Her eyes were fully and wide open. She stared up at his terrified. The whites of her eyes were clear. The blue of her eyes seemed to be glazed from shock. For her body felt chilled and still so helpless.
Barbra knew she was not going to be left alone for a long while, now.
* * *
The Water Inspector found a new game. It amused him, for it was in the luxurious lounge of the high penthouse.
There was an ornate screen that stood behind a wide zebra striped couch. The couch was close to a fire. He lit the light on the fire, and the flames glowed perfectly. Then he lay down on the zebra stripes. The girl was standing watching him. He flicked the neck chain over the top of the screen, and beckoned to her.
"Suck my cock until I get a hard on, then we can fuck." He told her.
Barbra felt a blank indifference. She knelt down as he paid out her neck chain. Slowly he placed his cock to her mouth. The neck chain came down from the top of the ornate screen. It controlled her head, and her moves.
"Suck it carefully." He relaxed. His arm arranged about her shoulders, held her steady.
Slowly her head swayed up and down as she sucked. The total indifference in her attitude was Barbra's way of serving all of these debasing acts.
"That is nice. You cook well, it was a good breakfast." He sighed and lay still as she worked on with her mouth. The fire was warming both of their naked bodies.
"A little faster, Barbra, I am rising up hard."
She sucked and worked steadily with her tongue and lips. Her arms rested on his thighs. The neck chain chinked and swayed as her oral love making steadily aroused his cock.
"Go on, quicker, quicker." He gasped.
Barbra closed her eyes. For his cock seemed too great to get far into her mouth. She could feel his legs stiffening.
"I am going to come." The man said quickly. "Hold my cock out."
She was holding his thick cock as it pulsated. Right before her face, the cock throbbed steadily. Barbra opened her eyes and stared at him, and his cock. His loins were jerking about.
"I am going to come, now!" He gasped out.
Then a steady jerking stream of hot jism flicked out of his cock's red helmet. It spurted right onto Barbra's cheeks, nose, eyes and lips. The thick cream ran down over her face as more come came spurting into her pretty features.
"That is great." He growled.
Then he heaved her over him, and lay her right close to his body.
"Next time I get hard on, we fuck face to face, normal way. You will love that!" He grunted out crudely to her.
Barbra was trying to clean her sticky head and face with her arms. She paused to stare at him. He had beaten her down into such subjection, she could not even feel angry about what he was saying. All Barbra Johnson wished to do, was to survive this ordeal, no matter what happened, or what he did to her, or how long it lasted. His come had a curiously dry salty taste. She managed to clear most of. Finally Barbra collapsed against his strong chest. His arms held her to him, and there was absolutely no way for her to escape, that she knew fully by now.
It was after dinner. Still chained, naked and battered and bruised. Barbra Johnson had had to cook two steaks. Then they had wine and bread. Now they were on the golden bedcover in her own love-nest of a bedroom. But now the Water Inspector had changed matters around.
Barbra was chained up with her arms right out. A brass chain went from each wrist out to an attachment high on the walls. She was kneeling on the bed, with her arms in the air above her. She looked up slowly as the man rolled onto her bed.
"There, that is fine. Now we can fuck you." He flicked his finger at his new hard on large cock.
She stared at it. The man was institutional. He was a pervert and had an ever-lasting hard on cock. Barbra nodded and sighed. At least there was no chain about her neck to choke her.
"Rise up, so we can get it in." He ordered her.
Looking down, Barbra raised her crotch. He slid his legs under her, then held his cock up.
"Slowly lower yourself. We have to get the right angle." He smiled at her.
Gently Barbra worked her hips in hula-hula fashion. This allowed the rapist's cock to slip higher and higher into her young cunt.
"I have not done a lot of this, with lovers." Barbra said as if in an excuse.
"You do have a tight cunt!" The Water Inspector was genuinely astonished. "It is a perfect one. Very nice."
He heaved his loins up. This shot his cock right home to its thick hilt up her. With her legs spread out, Barbra was unable to prevent his total penetration of her. She gasped out, and shuddered. For being chained out like this over him, all of her body was his, she could not control what went on.
"Nice and tight, go on and shake it about." He lay there, and tugged a pillow under his head for comfort. Then he reached up his huge hands and grasped her perfect tits. As he massaged them, the girl started moaning slowly. All of her body was down on his huge cock. She was wet, quivering, writhing and moaning.
"I am getting too much pressure. You are letting me into you too far." The Inspector shouted at her.
"I can't help it. I have no strength. You are hurting me too much. I have not done this, so much." Barbra sagged down.
Hastily he reached out and let go of the chain ends. The girl flopped down onto him. The chains made a rushing metallic crash as she came right onto his body. His cock was so far up into her cunt, she was locked to him as if for ever.
"There, now we have it tight and for a good time tonight." He chuckled. Then he sat up.
The semi-conscious girl was draped over his shoulders. Her arms sagged down his back. The chains were still attached to her wrists. The Water Inspector busily loosened the chains right off. Taking the chain lengths free, he wove them about both of their bodies.
Barbra was straddled over his lap with his cock right stuck into her high and deep. All of her weight rested and held her to him. Now the chains locked them skin to skin. It was as if they were being bound together into always being one creature with two necks and locked in the most intimate of all embraces.
"There, now we can sleep the night." He grunted.
Holding her this way, he rolled over, so one of her legs was beneath them, and they were both on their sides. He shook his hips up and down. His cock surged in and out.
The girl gave a grunting sound. She was orgasming and into a kind of sexual fit that went on for minutes at a time.
When Barbra opened her eyes to stare at him, she seemed hardly to know who he was, or what was going on. For this heavy fucking, the chains and the deep hard penetration had demolished her finally. She was his most abject sex slave. There was not a vestige of resistance left in her.
She moaned and kissed him gently on the mouth. She was his animal now. Her tits pressed against him and her knees worked up and down outside of his stiff legs.
"Come in me, honey, lots of come, in me," Barbra whispered furiously. "I want it, do it, I want it now."
For she seemed to have taken over part of his insatiable erotic appetite to herself now.
And he was the only lover in all the world for her!
This was her full defense. It might be that it was only this way, by thinking and behaving like him, that Barbra Johnson felt she would survive the rapacious terrors of the full night with him.
But she groaned and orgasmed, and went limp against him. They were chained together. The girl could feel the chains about her. She no longer cared. For it so happened the chains also held him to her also, and she felt her hot cunt juices flood against his skin and her skin, and belly to belly, they were wet and so exhausted.
A strange feline smile of sexual contentment played about her pretty lips. She had always been a spoiled young woman. Now she was a sexually satisfied spoiled and anally ruined young woman. But Barbra no longer cared much about it. She was pleased she had decided to live to have these violent experiences, in any case.
CHAPTER SEVEN - I SHALL FIND THAT FUCKER!
It was early morning when Barbra Johnson awoke. Her body felt so sore. Her legs were as if they had been bent right away from her thighs. As she turned her head on her pink silk pillow, she was shocked into being wide awake.
There was a naked man half across her body. Then she remembered all the rape, the anal rape, the chains and the brutal assaults of yesterday. She closed her eyes and swallowed. It had not been a nightmare at all! The whole things had really all happened.
And he was still here. His hand had come to rest on her cunt. Even as she tried to slip out from under him, his hand suddenly tightened. He held her completely with that one great handgrip.
"We have to fuck." He grunted.
His hand moved round and round, so slowly. All of her cunt, hair, lips and mons were slowly rotated and excited more and more. The girl was panting as his hand went on faster and faster.
"Get your legs back." He growled.
Then he mounted her. His cock went so far into her most excited cunt, that a high squeak of a scream escaped her lips. Her head lolled back. He was gnawing at her sore tits. But his butt was humping up and down. Slowly his cock slithered almost out, then was rammed right home to its thick hilt again. Each time it rammed home, Barbra gave the sobbing cry of noise. For it seemed to be hammering at her heart, it got into her so high up.
"You are a great fuck." He grunted really dreamily.
The girl was sweating. Cunt juices and come were splashing down her thighs. Sweat was making them both all slippery. She felt the heat seem to grow and grow. It was as if they were now encased in a boiling bowl of sexual orgasmic fury.
"I can't, can't hold." Barbra cried out.
Her body stiffened and she jerked about. Her ecstasy made her sob and cry, shout and rock with her hands gripping his hair. For somehow he had so heated her up, Barbra knew nothing else but the full and complete erotic joys of being made into a ripe and perfect mate.
He was bucking furious, and now his come was zapping into her. The girl grabbed and hugged him. She was murmuring furiously a babbly of word. Her legs twined about his back, tightly. Her cunt was mouthing and sucking up every drop of the hot come that he sent searing into her wet steaming depths.
Then for a few seconds it was as if they were totally one single piece of human flesh again. Inexplicably they united into this one being. Her body and all of her hair, glands, skin and emotions joined into the cascading heat that rippled and swayed them around the hot crucible of their fulfillment.
"God! God, I am there!" She sobbed out.
Sweat stuck her hair to her face and neck. Trickles of more sweat ran down between her fine tight tits. Her body was shining and glowing, and her legs were out straight as she gave everything she possessed to this thick cock pumping on and on into her very soul. A shudder came to her. He lanced in one final stroke and they held to each other. Exhausted in the paroxysm of a complete and single moment of orgasm, they drifted off through a floating calm ecstasy into a great and deep purple dream of sleep.
* * *
"I have to go." The Water Inspector sat in the bath and soaped her tits for Barbra.
"You don't have to go. Unless you are off to rape more poor innocent girls." She told him with a frown.
"Yes, there's always someone in need."
"You are as crazy as ever. Why not stay here, with me? I won't report you to the police, or to anyone. You will be safe with me. I have learned to put up with what you do." Barbra's blue eyes studied his harsh features seriously. She had suddenly, and quite completely lost all fear of him. The terror that she had experienced yesterday, and some of the previous night, now seemed silly.
"You are dangerous, anyway. Someone will catch you, and you'll either go to prison for years, or to Camarillo for the rest of your life. I think that would be a pity."
He looked at her face as she said these words. Barbra said them in an abstract, girlish way, as if thinking out the consequences of her rapacious ways of life.
"I cannot help what I do. I just, well, you know."
"God, I know!" Barbara laughed. "I am sore, I ache. I think I shall have to see my doctor several times to get the damage repaired. But then, it isn't every day a girl gets raped so thoroughly, and in all the most unlikely positions and places."
"You are a great fuck. I loved it all." He soaped his own massive shoulders and then daintily handed her the scented soap.
"Thank you. It's just as well I have a bath big enough for us both. I said thank you for the soap, not for the fucking, because I did not enjoy it at all." Barbra paused and her blue eyes stared at her assailant. "At least, not at first." She added slowly.
"I like to attack girls. But you are a wonderful fuck. I can't stay here. This is impossible. Tell me, were you going to throw yourself off the roof, as I came in?" He glared at her so fiercely Barbra's heart went quite timid on her.
"Yes, I was. I was very determined. Last time it was pills, but father got here just in time. This time, it was you, and you were, well you were--." Barbra put her soapy hands to her pretty cheeks. She started to laugh in a giggling, self-accusing manner.
"I just wanted a good fuck, that was all."
"I know! I know what you always want. You don't have to repeat it every five minutes." Barbra shouted at him. "In fact, you are the first man in my life. And don't think I am lying about it."
"How, the first man? You weren't a virgin." He sniffed and looked dour again. He had a lot of moods, Barbra decided. She was no longer afraid of him. But on the other hand she was easy to alarm. For she still flinched each time he moved one of his hands too quickly. He had hurt her, deeply and permanently. Barbra could not get over this truth.
"You are the first man, very simply. You did not come to me," Barbra stared at him so fascinated. "Because of my allowance. I mean, because of my father's millions. You came after me, because you really wanted my body. That is true, isn't it?"
The Water Inspector was not really listening. He pushed one hand through the bath water. It came between her legs, and his fingers slowly caressed her cunt lips. Barbra shuddered and stared down at the water. Her body seemed to react instantly. Her hips went back and her knees floated further and further apart.
"In the bath?" She whispered. "But you did, all night, and now--again? I don't think it is wide enough."
He slowly moved over her. The bath was wide enough. His hard on cock slid home and Barbra lay against the back of the large red bath. He was slowly surging about with her loins tightly locked to his thick cock.
"You only want this, all the time." She whispered as the bath water went in rippling waves about her neck. "In fact you are my first genuine lover."
"You fuck so well. I'm gonna come in you in a moment."
"There is nothing I can do to prevent that, now is there?" Barbra gasped and hugged her rapist as tightly as she could. They were both so slippery, but her orgasms were making her squeak and cry out in delight.
* * *
"I suppose this is what it is like when one is married." Barbra whispered.
They were lying on the bed. The Water Inspector was sucking at her tit, making Barbra blink and shiver. Her fingers were slowly caressing the limp length of his worn cock. Now her fingers slowly caressed his large scrotum, feeling his balls and gently trying to excite yet another hard on into her massive cock. It seemed she was going to succeed, for he gasped and took a deep breath.
"There, off again, just like a fresh husband." Barbra giggled. "You scared the daylights out of me. In fact if I had been about to kill myself in any case, I would have gone clean off my rocker when you did the cock out caveman act, you idiot."
"You were scared, good." He grunted and felt his cock hardening.
"I expect half the women you have raped went insane, didn't they? I mean, to be raped is a horribly, terribly traumatic experience. I thought you were going to kill me at every second. That chain really sent me into a kind of nutty terror myself."
"It was good that chain. I must remember to do it to the next girl I gotta fuck with." He grunted it out so crudely.
"You are absolutely disgusting. Just an animal. No finer feelings, no finer points, nothing sensitive, no subtle relationship, only fucking, that's all." Barbra was quite hurt over it all.
"That's right, only fucking. You fuck really good, Barbra. I think I am going to miss you a lot. Nuns fuck good also, they get frightened, and then pray for my forgiveness, after I have fucked them a few times."
"Disgusting--nuns, do you attack nuns? I do not believe you!" Barbra stared at him. "You have no morals, no self control. You are bound to be taken and thrown inside for the rest of your life! Nuns! How many nuns have you raped, then?" Her curiosity was aroused fully.
"Oh, I raped four or five. That's what got me started. I got a tasting for forcing a girl. It was all Sister Monica's fault. I knew it the moment she come as soon as I started fucking her. But there, temptation isn't an excuse."
Barbra was caressing his large hard on cock. His fingers were slowly massaging her moist cunt lips in reply. Barbra panted and nodded. Then she shifted out onto her back. She spread her legs wide apart.
"You fuck well." The Water Inspector told her for the hundredth time. He reamered his huge cock right up into her cunt. Barbra stared down at her slit as the two inch thick shaft of meat slithered home.
"God! It goes so far in. It must do all kinds of incredible things up there." Barbra panted out.
Then she locked her legs right about him, pulled his head down so he could suck on her tits.
"Tell me about the Nun, and what she was like?" Barbra gasped out to him in hurried whispers.
"We got to fuck." He grunted back from over her tit's wet nipple.
"Yes, yes, of course, we are doing that also. But you can tell me how this Sister Monica led you astray. I mean, is that how you took to raping unprotected girls in the first place, because of the Nun? My God, oooh, ohh, you are making me." She sobbed and started to twitch about in small hot orgiastic moments of pure delight.
For somehow Barbra was yielding to her unnamed lover as if she were his and his alone. This the girl was gradually becoming aware of.
He had raped her ass, and then fucked her for one day and one night. Now there was no other man in the world for her. She could not understand how solidly she had become his. He was still the crude, large cocked rapist who had hauled from the parapet, taken her into her own bedroom and anally assaulted her in the most brutal of manners.
"I don't understand why, why, yes, yes, I am coming, yes, I don't understand." Barbra panted and writhed to the hot fucking that had commenced.
"You love it. See what you would have missed if you had thrown yourself off the top." He grunted and he sweated and heaved his cock hard into her again and again.
"I love it, yes, yes!" Barbra cried out. "Tell me about he nun. Tell me about Sister Monica. Tell me--ahhhhah!"
Her total orgasm made her twist and twitch, and cry out. She hugged him until his cock stopped spurting the thick hot jism right home! Then her arms flopped down onto the pink silk sheets.
Barbra was so exhausted by the endless fucking, sucking and anal sex play, she fell fast asleep immediately.
It was dark and he was sleeping with his face over her cunt. Her hands held his balls, and she sighed as she realized he was still right there with her.
"Are you awake?" She asked as she sat up, then bent forward and lay against his chest.
"No, I am sleeping. I just had hold of your cunt and you took it away." He grunted out slowly.
Taking his large right hand, she placed it on her slit again.
"There, have it back, you know where it is and what to do to it. Tell me, about this Nun, this Sister Monica. Is it true?"
"Oh, yes, it happened when I was in Nam."
"You were where?" Barbra was curious, "where did you say?"
"It was in Viet Nam, during the fighting there. I was attached to the Army signals, and I got mixed up with a lot of hot cunt. Always some Nam girl who needed fucking. Then I went along to the field dressing station, but that was shelled to fuck."
"You were wounded?" Barbra was astonished. "Yea, sure, here, you can feel the scar." He put her hand onto the jagged rough edges of a thigh wound she had never noticed. "But not badly, just a shell splinter caught me out in the open. That is because I was checking the wire. Shell came out and bang. I ended up in the convent, to have my leg dressed. That is where I met this French nun, Sister Monica. She could suck cock, could she ever; that girl. I taught her how, and she never stopped once she got the idea."
"You are disgusting! Why talk like that? I bet there never was such a person as the num. I bet you are full of lying crap!" Barbra was annoyed.
His hand caressed her slit, his thumb pressed through and hit her love bud. Barbra groaned and knew he was in control again.
"All right, you don't lie. Don't do that. You make me go all funny. Please, you bastard, don't do that!" Barbra sighed.
"Yes, I was with this nun one night, and I got her onto the bed, and we were fucking before she could even scream out once. It was her fault, she had nothing on under that white gown. I went up--right into her cunt, first stroke up her legs. She was so shocked because she never thought anyone would try it. Got as nice pair of tits you have. Her tits were small and she used to go all red when I sucked them hard. She never got over a man forcing her. The church allows for that you know. But she was fucked so many times, I reckon she got to love having cock. Anyway, I started her off, and that was kind of the way I got to grabbing a woman and fucking her no matter what she might say or how much she might protest."
"You mean raping girls, this way." Barbra suggested.
"Never complained, none of them. I love a good tight ass. You have a wonderful ass." He muttered suggestively.
"You tell me all about the neat Nun you raped in Viet Nam." Barbra pressed his huge hand tightly onto her crotch. She did not want his starting on her butt again. It would take a few days before that cornholing rape stopped being so sore. His fingers gripped her hair and her mons, then his thumb went back to making her heave and shudder. He would run his thumb tip about her love bud, and each time Barbra's head would jerk. She would gasp. Her legs would kick. For he knew exactly how to fuck her, exactly how to make her come, and exactly how to keep her perfectly obedient.
* * *
Barbra felt he was in her again twice during the night. The second time seemed to go on for ever and ever. She simply gave all she had to his huge cock, and all of her wet body strained until she fled back into an exhausted sleep.
Vaguely she dreamed she was a Nun, walking beside the Chinese paddy fields in some Eastern country. Then suddenly here was the rapist, with his thumb right into her slit, and controlling her body as if he had always owned it.
"No, you are after my money!" Barbra muttered.
"You got such a fine cunt." He was pushing up and up into her until her legs lolled almost over the sides of his chest. She could come no more, but lay in a sexual stupor, wondering why she had allowed him to take such complete command of her.
"You bastard, you utter raping devil." She murmured in her sleep.
"The Nun was good. I should find that fucker, and get into her pants again." He replied to her out of his dream.
"No, you belong to me now." Barbra closed her wet legs about is large hand that was resting on her cunt. "I shall always need you."
"I got to go soon." He snored even as he finished saying this.
Barbra felt safe and well loved. He had started too roughly, and had won a complete victory. One thing, it was most certainly not the Johnson monies this crude man was after. This appealed to Barbra deeply.
* * *
She awoke and stared at the ruins of her upset bed.
"Hello, where are you?" Barbra called.
She slowly got up, and nakedly staggered from room to room. Her penthouse was empty. Her assailant had gone.
"Damn you, after all that." Barbra sat down and stared at the bruises on her thighs. "You devil. You raping bastard. I shall find you. See if I don't."
She lay back on her rumpled bed and sighed. He had run away from her because her body was attracting him too permanently. She was certain of it. Just as she was certain that her body would only ever respond to him and no one else, from now on.
"I shall find you, you, you fucker!" Barbara said in her low, well educated Smith College voice.
For just the thought of him made her heart race, her body quiver, and a crease of wet run between her cunt lips. That was what he had done to her, saved her life and made her into a cock hungry young woman in desperate need of him.
"I shall find you, you bastard." Barbra screamed and thumped her fist into a pillow.
Now she would have to work out all the things he had told her that might reveal a few clues as to his identity. That was the answer. He had talked quite a lot, at times, between waiting for that huge cock of his to grow and become hard on again.
Yes; she had a great deal of knowledge about him. A lot of it might well be lies, that was true. But he was bound to have let out a few truths. And from those, she would find him.
For Barbra Johnson had decided he was the man she loved and needed, and would marry. Such was her decision now.
CHAPTER EIGHT - THE DEVIL'S TEMPTING SHAFT
He had escaped from the luxurious penthouse apartment feeling strangely delighted. Of all his rapacious attacks, the Water Inspector found this one the most delightful.
Firstly, it had been a genuine call over the flooded cellar below the launderette washing room. He had been there purely on official business.
Then the girl had been not only intriguing, but also exciting and in a very high, poised position of danger. He had managed to pluck her from the parapet, so saving her life, perhaps. He had also fucked her fully, in all ways, for over two days and nights. Being satiated and happy over the results from having encountered Miss Barbra Johnson, the Water Inspector decided it was time to have a rest. He would take a short holiday.
* * *
In this way he drove to Vitallia, where there was a Gospel Convention going on. It seemed that a gathering of Hot Gospellers was making a Revival Tour of this part of the country.
The Water Inspector was reminded of his first raping session with the Sister Monica, The French Nun in Viet Nam. Her white garments and the soft skin of her as she had stared at him evoked an instant hard on, just by remembering them alone!
"That Barbra didn't totally empty me out." He smiled and booked in at a Vitallia motel. The Religious, Convention was bound to have plenty of white-clad virginal protestors around it.
* * *
It was late in the evening as he walked along the dunes towards the far sea cape. The Vitallia beaches were famous for their clams. And also the Vitallia Cape was famous for the sudden fogs that sweep in and make it all a highly dangerous place for ships and people.
This evening he was dressed as an Electric Power Company Inspector. This gave him a more modern feeling. The fact that he was holidaying in another Power Company's area also made him feel quite neatly immune. No one would question him. It was obvious he was on a Revivalist Meeting Holiday, as were several other hundreds of people here this wintry weather time.
Just as he got to the dunes, where the land ended in a series of shoals, known as the Vitallia Cape, the fog came rolling in. The fog did not worry him. It was a simple dunes track back to the front esplanade at Vitallia. He could even find that in the dark, it was so clearly marked. The fog looked wet and heavy. A siren started to hoot out towards the ocean. It was a mournful note trying to warn closing mariners of their danger.
As the Electric Power Company Inspector turned and walked back through the fog, he bowed his head. This he had to do to make out the track back to town. Also, he was thinking of the French Nun and the way she had loved sex. In fact after the first rapacious assault, the girl had been the active one of the whole session. It seemed that once the vow was broken, the girl might as well go for it in all ways for free.
"Nice ass. Not as nice as Barbra. I better get to know that girl when I go back to the city." He grunted out thoughtfully.
Then through the fog he heard someone Calling. He stopped and peered through the fog and the darkening air.
"Help me, I am stuck. Please help me." It was a girl's voice.
The Electric Power Company Inspector smiled and nodded.
There was always good opportunity knocking. He thought of the Nun, or of Barbra and here was a girl crying out for hot fucking! It was always that way with him. He was so lucky at it!
There was a black Volkswagen stuck in the sand. The tide was rising. Amid the swirling fog, the girl in the car just called hopelessly out of the open car window.
"Help, I am stuck. Help me, please, someone." The girl called in a high, firm voice.
Through the damp fog came the figure of a man. It was the Electric Power Company Inspector, who had managed to locate the stuck car at last.
He had to be cautious, as it is the easiest thing in the world to totally lose one's direction in the fog. As the man had come down from the dune's track, he had made large cross marks on the wet sand. He intended to go back to the track the way he had come down to look for the car.
"Hello, hey there, you in trouble?" He called. Then he added quietly. "You soon will be, honey!"
He chuckled with laughter as he came to the black Volks.
"Thank goodness. The tide is coming in. I fear but I was all trapped and lost." The girl spoke from within the car.
A wave rippled up from the wet sand and the wisps of sea fog. There was the sound of swishing water as this eager wave retreated. It was obvious that the tide was sweeping in very fast on this section of very level sand.
"You are right, tide is coming in! Best get out, keep the motor running. I shall heave at the back. You try and steer around in that direction."
"Yes, very well." The girl agreed.
Then she got out of the car. The Electric Power Company Inspector stared at her in amazement. It was a nun, all dressed in the black habit. She had a white face frame that made her brown eyes seem large and moist.
"Oh, Sister, I did not realize you were in the car."
"Thank you for your timely help, brother. Let us move my car away. You know the direction of the road?" She smiled nervously at him.
For some strange reason the Nun was intensely aware of being isolated with this heavy built man. It was a kind of warning that made her sigh within her heart. Then she resigned herself with the feeling that there was absolutely nothing she could do about the odd situation that had arisen. Besides, he might well be a perfectly correctly behaving Christian. But her senses told her to beware, and very much so. Now she got nervous and quickly glanced about, straining to see if there were any other people within sight. But the fog was even thicker than before. Another approaching wave ran right to the edges of her black habit. Hastily she lifted it and stared down at the sparkling wet sand.
"The tide is already here!" She exclaimed.
"Turn the wheel and push." The Inspector shouted at her.
"Yes, yes, we are ready. You let me know the way." The girl rested against the car door so she could push and steer at one and the same time.
"Heave, heave, there, we are out. Over there --that way." He was bending at the other side, heaving all his weight into pushing the sand marooned small Volks away from the tide.
"No, no, turn the wheel." He yelled. Then he rushed around and leaned right over her. "This way, up there, set the wheel for up there."
The Nun turned and stared up at his face. Then she read the Electrical Power Company Inspector Badge, and she smiled. For it was somehow terribly reassuring. Now she felt better and nodded.
"I see, in that direction." She eased the small steering wheel around.
He went back to pushing the Volks as the Nun steered it. It was lucky he had such an excellent memory. For he managed to bring them straight across the track to Vitallia, and on up a small sand dune gully. Here there was a small shack. Just as he had remembered! The Volkswagen came to a stop amid the thick fog.
"We can wait here. It is above the high tide mark. The fog will go soon." He panted and struggled through the loose sand round to where the Nun sat. She had gotten into the car. Now she turned the motor off and stared at him. There was still a faintly worried look on her face.
"How long do we have to stay here?" She asked quietly.
"Not long." He opened the door. She stared at his hand, then looked up at his face.
"Perhaps I had best rest inside the car." She told him.
"No, out here." He took her hand and pulled her out of the car. One curved arm holding her to him, he slammed the Volks door shut.
"There, the fog is too thick now."
"Yes, it is thick. But help will come, I know." She stared up at his face.
"Help is here." He smiled. "I always help myself. Come along, what is your name? "
"I am Sister Linda. And what is your name, sir?" Her voice was so quiet now.
"Call me George, if you want. It is warmer in here." He bent forward into the hut entrance. The place was used by beach bums for seducing girls. There was plenty of straw and a blanket all laid out. Tugging the Nun in, he placed her down.
"Do you mind not touching me, so much, George." She said in a determined way.
"Sure, I mind. I am going to fuck you the rest of the night." He smiled at her.
"You are going to--to what?" The large brown eyes stared at him. "I see, you are going to sexually assault me."
"Yes, Sister Linda, I am going to fuck you all ways possible."
She was breathing quickly, and staring about as if seeking either a weapon, or a way of escape. Then she accepted her impossible position.
"I suppose if I resist, you will use brute force." Her voice had a quivering note to it.
"Yes, I shall slap you down and fuck you anyway. Come along."
As he reached for her, Linda suddenly aimed a slap at him. She tried to claw her way past him and out into the wilderness of the dunes, fog and sea. In fact she scrambled clear of the hut doorway as the Inspector ducked her blow. Then his huge hand grabbed her black stockinged ankle. Sister Linda tumbled down onto the moist sand with such a thump. She knocked all her breath out of her body.
* * *
"You must not touch me!" She hissed at him furiously.
He had dragged her back into the hut. He tied one wrist to one corner of the hut. Then the other wrist went to the other corner. Then the helpless Sister Linda was tugged straight, and he knelt with his knees either side of her body. She stared at him, and he took off her head cover. Her hair was blonde and shorn close. Next he calmly thrust his hands under her dress, and removed her underwear, her stockings and her shoes.
"You are going to violate me." Sister Linda said again.
"Sure, as I always do, in all ways. You got a fine pussy." He ran his hand over her mons, pressing his thumb into her virginal slit.
Linda gasped, closed her eyes, turned her head to one side and started muttering sayings for her own consolation. She remained with her arms out and tied, as he bared her body right to her tight proud tits. Foraging about her body, the Inspector touched and caressed every possible intimate point. It seemed that the girl and her habit, and her white pure body gave him some kind of additional excitement he had forgotten about.
"You are better than Barbra was." He growled.
She was staring at him as he lowered his huge hard on cock towards her crotch. Closing her eyes, she grimaced as his cock's helmet pressed into her cunt lips. But the Inspector was in a careless, caveman mood. He rammed his cock home in a harsh rape! Her scream echoed loud, but the fog muffled the sound.
An hour later it was very dark. Sister Linda was naked and locked to him. It seemed some terror had tightened up her cunt so his cock was locked within her. She was panting, with her arms now loose on the stale straw of the hut flooring.
"Yes, so tight. Now you know what a man feels like." He growled and went back to rocking up and down over her naked body.
The girl was determined not to yield. But suddenly she felt hot. A kind of itching ache tore at her loins. Her legs lolled apart. Her cunt was free. His cock slid in and out and she cried aloud in her fiendish orgasm. For she had tired out. She had resisted until her own resistance betrayed her. A violent wet release surged down out of her. She coughed, shook and leg kicking, sobbed in her hot rage.
"You love fucking." He growled.
"No, no, you beast. You ungodly person, you Devil! No! I--ahh, cannot help--ahhh!" Linda jerked her head back. For his come was shooting into her torn body and she passed out from the exploding shock of his cock's great terrible violations.
* * *
It was dark of night as he heaved her limp naked body into the back of the Volks. He threw her clothes in after her. Then he saw to it that here head was resting reasonably comfortable. Her bruised and raped body was all limp and wet.
"Get you to bed, and some hot food, and all will be fine." He told her.
Then he started up the small car. Knowing the way along perfectly, he drove through the fog at a good speed. In an hour he had parked at the back of the motel hut, and had her in his bed. The girl lay staring blankly at him.
For somehow, the anal rape he had forced onto her this last time had completely destroyed her ability to resist him. She just stared and said nothing at all. He judged that she was too in shock and too exhausted to try and escape.
"I shall be back very soon, with some hot chicken and clothes for you. You stay in bed until I get back." He grunted out to her.
The large brown eyes stared at him. Then imperceptibly she nodded her head.
* * *
She was still there when he got back to the motel room. In fact she seemed not to have moved at all. He had gotten her a short print dress and a cheap black overcoat, also a scarf and a small leather handbag. These he laid out on the bed as if they were some kind of great finery.
"Hot chicken, sit up, Linda, come on, sit up." He ordered as he brought two plates and some hot coffee to the bedside table.
The Nun sat up slowly. She was naked and held her arms across her chest to hide her bare tits. She seemed confused. He pushed her arms down, kissed one of her bright nipples. Then he handed her a plate with chicken and potatoes, bread and gravy on it.
"Here, you want to live with me a few days, Linda?"
The girl stared at him, then nodded in hopeless acceptance.
"Good. They won't miss you, will they? What were you doing out here at Vitallia?" He growled loudly to make her stare at him.
"I was--was on holiday--to see the Convention." She whispered and bowed her head. "George, are you going to keep me forever?"
"You are a raw fuck. Once I get a decent fuck out of you, we might get along fine. Eat your food up, we have just started being man and wife."
"I can't--I can't be your wife." She stared at him.
"Well you are, and you will be as long as we are together. Eat up, and relax. There is nothing to worry about."
Sister Linda started to eat very slowly. She was not hungry, but still in fear of him and his rapacious strength. She had not the will power left even to consider how to escape. She ate and felt a bit better. She had to ignore the lusty way he liked to stare at her naked tits. After all, he was the Devil, and he had claimed her. This Devil had specially caught her to try her duty and her faith. Sister Linda was certain of it. The Devil had her on trial.
George did not know that he had become the Devil Incarnate until later that night. He was once again straddling into the Nun. Her raw cunt was about his cock and she had stopped shaking and crying out. Now she rested her arms about his neck. It seemed she had made peace with his ways of brutal fucking.
"There, you like it some, now." He whispered to her.
"No, it is a terrible sin." Her voice was quiet, but steady.
"You are just like Sister Monica. I knew her in Viet Nam." He was calmly sucking her nipples, making her tits tight and raw. The girl had to sob from physical reaction. She refused to accept the pleasures of the lust he naturally aroused in her virginal body.
"Sister, Sister Monica?" Sister Linda sobbed out. "Did you give her this Devil's trial also?"
"Devil's trial?" He was shocked for a moment. But she was right. Sister Monica had spoken about her inner being being saved from the desires of the flesh and the assault of all devils like he was. "Yes, sure, and she resisted. I enjoyed her resistance for three weeks."
"Three weeks. God save me!" Sister Linda was aghast.
He was slowly surging his cock up and down her tight cunt. This made the young girl sob and writhe, but gradually she knew the Devil's way had to be accepted as the torment of the flesh being tried by the Devil himself.
"You are so wicked! You are so evil! You are against all that is good! Good! Good!" Sister Linda sobbed out. She beat her fists against his back in time to the terrific orgasm that shook her young body. For there was no denying the power of the Devil's cock, and he certainly knew how to use it.
"I shall torment you night after night for days, until you have to go back to your convent." He whispered to her as she panted and clung to him.
"Do as you wish. I shall never yield to the Devil's will." She spoke out in a swift blur, her body twitching, her legs stiff, come and cunt juices all mingling with the sweat that stuck her young body to his. Then she kissed his mouth furiously. For she knew she would never be defeated by this Devil. She was as strong as he had proven to be. Her body had taken all he had to press nastily into her. Sister Linda was in a great delight at her own victory.
"You are so evil! So evil. You have tested me, and you may test me as many times as you wish. I shall never deny my true faith, nor my true allegiance." She whispered to her Devil as she panted and let him suckle her tit tips. For the heat between them was now like a furnace. This was the hellish fleshpot of temptation they had so often warned her about. Sister Linda knew them now. She sobbed and worked her loins furiously against his limp cock. For she was determined to show the Devil how strong was the body of purity and faith.
"There, you see, yes, ahh, ahh." Linda's head jerked in her self induced orgasms.
From the knowledge and experiences of his first rape, that of Sister Monica long ago in Viet Nam, he knew that the girl was now proving herself to herself. Having been raped totally against her will, she was now the other side of some barrier of self denial.
For the whole of the week, the days ahead of them now, and the nights, Sister Linda would fuck, suck and do anything to show that her true inner innocence had never been violated.
* * *
"Don't you ever sleep, in hell?" She whispered to him.
"Such a nice cunt, and fine nipples. I woke up all hard on." He was moving up and down over her.
"I am so sore. You ought to let me rest. Why do you wish to do this to me all the time, both front and back?" Linda muttered sleepily.
"To show you how good it is."
"It is all bad. It is all bad. I am being tormented, that is all. I shall never allow myself to yield. You can do with me what you wish, but I am---oooh!" She shuddered and orgasmed. The heat burst out of her body and her legs twitched in total free frenzy.
"Say you love it. Say you love fucking." He crushed her tightly to him. Working his cock round and round in her hot wet slit, he brought a babble of strange noises out of Sister Linda.
"Oh, never, you never, know. Aaaah!" The girl sobbed and seemed to go into a new sexual frenzy. For her ecstasy was purged by a feeling of purity, and her orgasm was accepted as being forced on her by this Devil f The girl locked herself about him yet again. For she knew that yielding this way was safe. He had made her do all of these things by pure physical force. It was not her fault she had to accept the hot ferocious proddings of his Devilish skills.
Even so, she allowed the mouth to mouth kiss. For he held her tightly, and she was possessed all the way from her tongue, right to the tips of her toes. Such were the sinning ways of this forced rapist's skills. Sister Linda sighed and slept with his flesh and come deeply inside her.
CHAPTER NINE - ONLY A DRESS ON!
Sister Linda was oddly naive. For now she was being tested by the Devil, with constant torments of the flesh, she was completely steady. There was not a single thought in her head about running away. The Devil was tormenting her all night, and many times during the day. Sister Linda knew she had to stay with this Devil and conquer the battle of the flesh that he was trying to use against her faith and purity.
"That's what Sister Monica was like." He told her as she lay naked on the motel bed with him. "She never wanted to stop being tempted and tested by this." He flicked his huge hard on cock. Sister Linda winced as he did this.
"Don't do that, it must hurt." She protested with nun-like sympathy.
"Doesn't hurt at all. Feel it, girl." He took her small hand and made her hold his thick cock's shaft. She stared at the red helmeted cock as if hardly believing she held this sinning size in her timid grasp.
"Now you suck it for me." He grunted to her, with a smile.
Her large brown eyes turned and looked at him seriously. For she did not understand what he meant by this. Her close cropped hair gave her a boyish appearance. Her virginal tits stuck up and were part of her highly sexy young body.
"What did you say?" She asked quietly.
"Suck my cock, here, come on." He swung over onto his knees. Resting on the bed he leaned back and his hard on cock stuck out before her face.
"I am to do what?" Linda asked again.
"Suck it, like a lollipop. That's the way, like a lollipop." He took hold of her head, and brought her face right to his cock. Gently his pushed the cock's red helmet against her lips.
"I don't see, what am I supposed--.' Linda started to talk, but the cock muffled her words as she was slowly having to suck the tip of it now.
"That's the way. Rub it with your tongue. Then let it in deeper. Not too deep or you'll gag on it. It takes time to know how to suck a man's cock properly. Easy there, nice and gentle."
She was shuddering and had her eyes closed. Her hands came to grasp his buttocks so she could hold herself up while she sucked at the helmet of his cock.
But he began to get hotter and more eager. Her tongue and her lack of oral skills made him groan.
"This is no good. We have to fuck now." He pulled his loins back. His cock popped out from between Linda's lips. She blinked and stared at it as it wobbled up and down.
"Get them apart." He ordered as he pushed her knees wide for fucking.
"You always do this." Linda whispered as she stared down. She could not help automatically lifting her cunt upwards. For there were now habits she had learned from the hot and furious fucking he had given her since the initial rape down on the beach.
"Get nicely into you, honey." He pressed her slender legs right back until her hairy crotch was open and upwards before his cock.
"Slip it in for me, go on, slip it in." He told her.
Linda stared down. Then she pushed one hand gently to where his cock was quivering over the hairy slit of her moist cunt. Neatly she worked her hips as she inserted the cock in half an inch. As he bent down and over her, the huge cock slipped in deeper and deeper. Linda had to work her hips this way and that. Her legs went right out until he was riding in and out of her cunt and she was panting to the swift urgent rhythms of their fucking.
"We do this very well together. In fact I shall knock you up before long." He growled as his back heaved up and down.
Linda blinked and stared at the ceiling. She was working at the hot fucking to help him have his pleasure. But she was also hotly excited. Perhaps the Devil was slowly eroding away her faith and her inner purity. Sweat came to her forehead. She moaned and writhed as their belly to belly heat made them slick and working into a mutual orgasm.
The filling ecstasy of original sin came slowly into her. Linda cried out as she shuddered and yielded herself to the Devil and his plunging carnal ways. In fact she gasped, clutched to him, grunted out in her own orgasmic shocks.
"Yes, ahh! Yes, ooh, yes, yes." She flopped back, rolling and accepting his spurting jism into her body. "Yes, wonderful. Oh, so wonderful."
For she seemed to have been totally unable to prevent the Devil from pleasuring her nearly perfectly this time.
"Go on! Go on, don't stop tempting me, go on, it's making me feel so strong against it. Go on, yes, yes." She sobbed and was completely exhausted by the time he had pumped his cock empty of hot come.
"There, you see." Linda whispered to him. "I never yield, I never give in. No matter how I feel, I am faithful to my vows. It is only by force you do this to me."
He lay panting on her moist tits. Her body was shimmering heat. It was scented with cunt juices, come, sweat and glory. For they had got to a perfect stage of fucking in identical timing.
"You don't ever want to go back. That was so good! I just need that for always." He confessed to her slowly.
Sister Linda opened her eyes and stared down at him. Then she slowly caressed his damp hair. It was strange to feel compassion for such a raping Devil. But she could not help think of his efforts and his brutalities as a kind of blindness. He would never see the soft and simpatico sides of life.
"I am sorry," she whispered to her satiated man. "I did not intend it to be so good. I was doing my very best to resist all your evil ways. You are so strong, and so powerful. You penetrate too deeply into me. I wonder if when I am given my absolution for what you have perpetrated against me, that will include all these emotional releases I cannot help myself giving away to."
"It was so good!"
"Yes, it was so perfectly evil, I enjoyed it." Sister Linda agreed and closed her eyes again.
It was quite clear to her ecclesiastical ways of thinking that the more tempting the sin, the more delight there ought to be in sinning. But having being forced by the Devil in this man's guise to yield to carnal intimacies all the time, she could not help it if the weakness of her own body asserted itself in due time. The fury of their cohabitations was enough to make the meek little Nun into a hot sexual fury of joyous acceptance. Though of course, it was still very much a carnal sin that was being forced upon her.
She smiled and drifted off to sleep with her Devil still locked between her exquisite legs.
* * *
The Electrical Power Company Inspector drove off the following day. He took Sister Linda in his car. Her car was left in safe keeping. The people taking the car were told the couple would be back in one week's time.
"We shall go up to my cabin. It is very cozy and snug there." He explained to the girl.
Sister Linda said nothing. She was in his power. It made her very exhausted because her being a Nun had aroused the Inspector to a positive sexual peak. It seemed to Linda that they never had a chance for conversation. Whenever they paused for five minutes, he was immediately fucking her as if they had just started it all. Why he was like this, Linda could not understand. All she did know and understand was that he had completely ruined her will power of self determination. It was as if she had turned into some article of sexual enjoyment for him and him alone. This idea filtered through her dull and exhausted mind as they drove up through the great redwood forests to where the Inspector's cabin was located beside a lonely wintery lake.
Sister Linda had put away her black nun's habit. She had not had time to repair it. In fact most of her very white undergarments were torn during the Inspector's sexual assault on her right at the beginning. Now she wore his miniskirt length dress, and the black drab coat over it. On her head she had a strange knitted hat. It all gave her a bedraggled and lost appearance. The deep shadows under her eyes, and the way she sat hopelessly waiting for the next sexual action from the man beside her added to the strange scene.
"Here we are, Lake Glacette." He slowly drove the car into the camp parking site. They had motored up through the high forests for four hours. Taking her hand and a suitcase, he led the way to his cabin.
"It's nice and snug. I shall get a fire going. You light the lamps." He got busy as soon as they entered the large single roomed lake-side cabin. "There is a frost in the air, and it might snow some more tonight. But we'll be snug in bed here."
Sister Linda just nodded. She lit the two oil lamps, then stood staring at the lake view. It was a bleak view, with a fog slowly working its light blue misty fingers down from the far trees, and spreading out on the flat freezing lake surface.
"Yea, be warm soon." He came up behind her. Sister Linda could not help an involuntary shiver. "We are safe here."
His hands came up under the black coat, and then under the mini-skirt of the short dress. Sister Linda wore nothing beneath these two garments. His hand slowly caressed her mons hair, and then played with her cunt lips. Linda closed her eyes and rested back against her rapist. He was always needing to prove he was the Devil and going to tempt her with carnal knowledge all over again.
"I feel like fucking. It must be this pure mountain air." He growled out.
He sat on a log bench, opening up his trouser fly. His huge cock flicked out. As usual it was always ready for hot fucking. Now he turned Sister Linda around and brought her over his lap. Her legs had to go either side of his. Very coolly, she stared down at his face. There was neither interest nor disgust in her expression.
"Let's get it in for a quickie, then have some food." He tugged her down. Her cunt opened as her legs bent outwards. She was made to squat down and right onto his lap. His cock suddenly popped into her slippery cunt and Sister Linda gave a slight sobbing noise.
"There, you love it." He told her as he hugged the girl to him. His cock was working right up into her newly stretched cunt!
"No, no, I was surprised how large it is." She tried to deny her shudders', shivers and thrills that she was feeling like crazy these moments. They were all parts of this Devil's work, introducing her to the lusts of the hot flesh.
"Are you sore, still?" He asked quietly as he rocked her backwards and forwards. This caused his huge cock held tightly in her wet cunt to make her body slowly heat up to higher and higher excitements.
"No, not when you are gentle like this." Sister Linda whispered back to him. "My back is still very sore. I don't like that way at all."
He chuckled and his chuckles caused his cock to leap about in her stretched pussy. The girl flexed her arms out and clung to him. She was panting, her legs kicking up and down, and her comes were running down onto his bared belly now. Pressing her face against his, Sister Linda sobbed and cried.
"This is so evil, you Devil. It is so evil, it is wrong, wrong so wrong. I have sinned and I am sinning and it is all aaah!"
She was into such a sexual excitement he eased her up. Carrying her with his cock still into her cunt, he laid her down on the patchwork quilt of the large cabin bed. The ferocious swishing of his cock going up and down her cunt was joined by the sound of her crooning sobs as she orgasmed again and again.
For the carnal flesh was slowly taking over all of her being.
Naked under the very short dress, Sister Linda felt a strange new freedom in the solitude of the cabin. She could cook, and busy herself while the Devil was away. He liked to go fishing, or else to some distant store for supplies. It always worried Sister Linda when he came driving back. For the sound of the car approaching made her heart beat faster and faster. A kind of paralytic fear came to her. So that as he entered the cabin, she would be stiff and almost in a set pose. Often close to the large bed, she could only nod her blonde head to his greetings.
"It is cold out there." The Devil would say gruffly. "They sold me some tins of beans, and I bought bacon."
He would take his thick coat off, and then come over. His hand always came straight under the short print drew onto her cunt. She was so used to this intimate instant action, she got into the habit of swaying forward to accept the immediate embrace of her crotch. Then his cock would be out. As he hoisted her back onto the bed, she would bend her legs wide apart. In this way they would be fucking almost at once.
Often these were the most severe carnal tests Sister Linda had all day or night long. For there was a kind of spontaneous leaping of two bodies together. Her body was being subjugated against her will, of course. They both knew that! Even though she was wet and panting with excitement as he stepped up to her. This she could not help. The Devil had aroused that in her. Sister Linda would almost swoon as she tried to control her carnal excitement. But he was so male, so demanding, so huge, and so perfectly able to make her now forget who she was and why she should never, but never enjoy this hot, instant fucking they both started.
"They asked after you. I told them you are my wife." He panted over her.
"It is a sin. I cannot marry anyone. Yes, yes, a sin. My God! It is such a sin." Sister Linda sobbed out as she elevated into a sexual frenzy that moved on into a totally exhausting orgasm.
"I see why the devil is a fallen angel, now." Sister Linda murmured to him when they came too, about half an hour later. "He knew what heaven is like, to be able to make people so tempted with this."
Then she kissed him, and ran her tongue with his, as her naked body locked and writhed eagerly about his loins. For she was free to accept and make all of these releases. He had forced it upon her. There was nothing Sister Linda could either blame herself for, or be blamed for. The rapacious ways of her Devil were so strong. It was a most severe testing time, here in the mountain cabin. In fact it happened three times a night and often two or three times a day. Such was their need to try and break the carnal hold and betray her forever to him.
Sister Linda was certain that her believing in chastity and innocence was twenty times stronger than the carnal tortures her Devil had been forcing on her with such fierce repetitions. She was perfectly correct. There was a glowing innocence of eyes, and a virginal purity about her. These only severely inflamed the inspectors rapacious desires, but the more he fucked her, the more Sister Linda remained pure and undefiled.
"This is the greatest, girl. It's the greatest thing in my life!" He grunted to her after he had come yet again. Linda was staring out at the view of the lake as she recovered her wits from the hot passion of his normal return. She smiled faintly.
"If you were not so evil, George," she whispered. "I think we might have been quite good friends, perhaps."
But at that moment his large cock was soaking right in her relaxed cunt. Sister Linda had her legs locked about his naked legs in a most comfortable position. She reflected that it was impossible for them ever to have become this friendly. But then, it was all part of the Devil's trials and tribulations designed to weaken her ideals.
* * *
There was another nice part about over temptation in the mountain cabin. Sister Linda loved to look at the vast view of the wintery lake and the mountains. She would lie on the large bed staring out of the cabin windows that were right beside her side of the bed. Often she lay on her face, with her naked legs stretched out behind her.
"I have to fuck these legs." George, as she called the Inspector would comment nearly every time.
Sister Linda would pretend she had not heard his coarse decision. She would remain there, relaxing and watching the lake.
Meanwhile her Devil would slowly caress her legs. He would make her body naked right the way up. Then he would mount her, either cornholing her ass with severe plunges of hard cock, or else lifting her hips right up, and sliding into her cunt that way.
Sister Linda would cling to the bed post, with both fists, staring steadfastly at the lake view. She might sob, writhe about and shake as her body betrayed her by going in hot gushing orgasms of release. That she could not help at all. His cock was too large and too skilled to be held out against now.
"You are so sinning," Sister Linda would pant over and over again as she stared at the view, while her body was being heaved and fucked and made to glow with incredible heat.
After one of these sessions, Sister Linda found she had to turn over. George promptly lay on her and they would embrace for hours at a time, until he was fucking her again in a normal deep way.
"You Devil, there is no end to the delights you reveal to me." Sister Linda had to confess.
For the view of the lake, with the icy winter's mist over it, and the feel of his cock rasping in and out of her excited body made the girl wonder about her true loyalty. Perhaps she was weakening now.
That terrible thought made her start to sob. She could not explain why. But she felt it was time for her to be released. They had been together in the cabin for six days now.
Sister Linda felt that any more testing by the Devil might well prove to be her total and permanent undoing.
* * *
"I was perfectly happy, and perfectly at peace until this happened." Sister Linda told him. She was trying to repair her black habit and her torn white under garments. But each time she tried them on, George was seized by a rape fit and had to fuck her right there and then. This was making repair progress very slow. But Sister Linda understood his problems in that direction, to some degree. She tried to get as much work done on her outfit as possible while her George as she called him, was out shopping or fishing.
"Tomorrow you take me back to my car. I shall drive to the Sacred Home, and change outside, and report to them what has happened to me." Sister Linda told him firmly.
"That will be the end of it all. They will set the police onto looking for me."
"No, I have thought of that. I shall tell them quite honestly that I cannot recall the places or what happened. Which is true, as I do not know where for instance, the cabin is, really. I only know it is up in the mountains. I shall pray for you a lot, all the time. You have been a very testing Devil in my life."
He had just finished fucking her as she started saying all of this, so he lay and stared at her. For Sister Linda had moaning, shouting, locked her legs and given herself with such a complete sexual abandon, it seemed strange to think of her giving it all up and going back to the cloistered ways of a Nun.
"Should you ever wish to get in touch with me." He started to tell her.
"No, no, I never shall." Sister Linda did not wish to know.
"Just put an advertisement in the Free Press, saying that the tide is coming in on Vitallia Beach. I shall meet you on the park bench in that park across from your convent."
"How did you know there was a park there?" Sister Linda stared at him in astonishment.
"You talk in your sleep. I know all about you." He kissed her perky tits one after the other. Sister Linda sighed and ran her hands through his damp hair. Whatever had happened, it had been a very emotionally ruinous time.
"In the Free Press, I shall remember, of course. But we can never see each other ever again." She said slowly. For somehow she had not thought of that side of their parting.
* * *
It was raining. The black Volkswagen was parked behind his car. Sister Linda was changing in the back of the larger car. Then she would drive over to the convent on the far side of the park and be back in her safe world.
"George, it is so wet." She was fussing about. She had her legs either side of him, as they had been fucking for the past half hour. Now she was desperate to finally get away from this continuous carnal union. Pushing him away, Sister Linda struggled about and managed to get dressed at last. They had been trying to do this all morning, but three times he had had to stop her and assault her body. Now he could only rest back in total exhaustion and allow her to escape.
"Goodbye." Sister Linda suddenly kissed him on the mouth.
He was about to grab her again and start the hot fucking session going. But she had the car door open. Her black clad figure fled away through the rain. Sister Linda got into her small Volkswagen and drove off. Her horn tooted as she passed him.
He slowly got back into the driving seat of his own car. There was the scent of her hot comes and heavy fucking still in the air. She was so good and seemed so eager. Now she was back in the quiet world. And he had best get the hell out of here. If Sister Linda told them all about the rape, and the abduction, half the police in the country would be looking for him. At least, all the Irish policemen would be!
He drove slowly off. There had been a great change in his life. Just as he had begun his raping career with a nun, Sister Monica in South Viet Nam, so it seemed he had come to an end of it here at Vitallia with little Sister Linda.
Just the thought of either one of them made him sigh. For as a tempting sexual fiend, he was very good. His cock was always as hard as the Devil's might be!
He would have to read the Free Press for each issue from now on. There might be a chance that Linda would wish to come back to these carnal ways of the flesh.
Having once tasted of the apple, who could say how a girl would react.
The session up at Lake Glacette with her in the cabin all week long had been the greatest thing in his warped life. He had gotten completely used to her. It was strange how well they could fuck together, almost instantly, without there being even a word between them.
"Barbra had the best ass, but Sister Linda the best cunt." He muttered as he drove slowly along in the rain.
But he felt totally isolated now. The rape business was over. He knew it. There was not the incentive to go on and on. He had been very lucky and he had had two or three superb young women who cooperated perfectly. He knew his luck could not run that way much longer.
"Give it up for a while." He nodded. "I'll get another license, sure. Yea, it's time to start studying again. This time I shall go in for Interior Decorating. That's a good subject. I shall get my license in that. Maybe I can specialize in bedroom decor. Plenty of scope in that direction."
He nodded and drove on with his windscreen wipers clearing the rain from his view. He was also wondering how that last fine fuck, Linda was making out on her arrival back at her Convent. It made him smile. For it was odd, but he had a feeling she might not tell them very much about him.
"Interior decorating, that is the new thing!" He announced to himself aloud.
But the small black clad girl seemed to haunt his thoughts. It was odds on that she would never get in touch with him. That he might never see or hear of her ever again.
It could be he might try breaking into her Convent, one night. But that would be a very tricky business. Besides, with all of those Nuns rushing about, he might make a very silly mistake and start fucking the wrong one.
"Goodbye Linda." He murmured as he came to the freeway On-Ramp. He speeded up and was soon travelling south and homewards at a steady fifty-five miles an hour.
CHAPTER TEN - THE TIGER GIRL
Marian Stuckely was in a bad temper. She had brought six rolls of fabric to the Ashkenzy Mansion, and there had been no one there. Leaving the bales of fabric in the hallway, Marian locked the mansion's new front door and started to drive back towards town. But her car seemed to have an air block. The starter whined and whined, but the motor never started off. Marian knew it was a matter of waiting an hour for the motor and everything to cool down. She swore rather fiercely. Then she left her car in the drive, let herself back into the newly built mansion and searched for the telephone.
"Damn and blast and hell!" Marian had found the telephone, but it was as dead as the piece of unconnected wire attached to it. "No phone, no builders, nothing, and the air conditioning does not work either."
It was baking hot inside the new mansion. Marian loosened off her blouse top button, swung her coat about and slowly looked for a cool place to rest an hour in. The rear of the mansion was away from the sun. Marian walked through the nearly finished rooms, and finally settled in a rear bedroom overlooking the new swimming pool site. She lit a cigarette and felt too warm for comfort.
The front door downstairs opened. At last someone had arrived. Marian hastily walked out of the back bedroom and called down. "Hello, hello, who is it?"
There was no reply to her call. This made her frown. She listened for a moment. Not a sound came to her. But Marian could have sworn she heard the front main door open and close, someone must have come in!
Feeling rather spooked, Marian came slowly down the broad oak flight of stairs of the grand stairway. There was a glaze of hot sunlight from the front windows. The air seemed to be furnace hot. Then she heard a noise somewhere above her. She gave a gasp of surprise. For a moment she thought of leaving the house and staying close to her car until it cooled.
But Marian Stuckely was a modern determined young woman. There was nothing particularly scaring about the Ashkenzy Mansion. It was another of those ghastly great million dollar Palm Springs homes stuck out in nowhere. She turned and went searching for the mysterious sounds that she kept hearing from here or there. Perhaps the new mansion was already haunted. If so, it was most likely haunted by ghosts of the Piute Indians, whose land had been stolen and sold for this mansion's site.
"Hello, I say, anyone here?" Marian called bravely.
There was a faint tap-tapping noise from a far corner room, along the end of the bedroom corridor. Marian strode down to it determined to get to the root of the trouble.
* * *
"Hello, what are you doing here?" Marian stood in the doorway and stared at the man in the room. He was busily tapping up some fabric tacks on two pieces of thin wood.
"Hello, I am the Interior Decorator." He told the crisp and hot looking young lady. He thought she might be one of the Ashkenzy family- "I am an Interior Decorator." Marian announced in a rather self-righteous voice. "In fact Mrs. Ashkenzy gave me the whole of her marvellous new home to do exactly as I felt it might need doing."
"I am from Browns, the fabric and pelmet people." The man explained as he went on tap- tapping at his tacks and pieces of wood.
"Oh, yes, of course. I have Browns down for doing the drapes for these lesser important rooms. Now I understand. Didn't you hear me calling out?"
The man turned and stared at her. She was in her late twenties, and thin, with a high skirt and nice legs. She was also bossy and a domineering bitch. In fact she needed fucking. This he felt he was likely to do at any moment.
"Well, you get on with your work. But first, you might give me a hand. I have to move the rolls of drape material from the hallway to the lounge." She stated it as if he were some servant of hers.
"I am busy here." He told her quietly.
"Yes, on work I ordered. So this moving the drape rolls is every bit as important. Come along, don't avoid a little hard work. It is good for you." She turned and strode off as if in full command now.
That was the end of that. He would have to fuck her now. It was too hot to think of anything else. Sweat and come would go well with her hot little cunt. She had gone a step too far, for once in her life. Now she would find out all about it.
He walked stiffly after her.
* * *
It was something of a pity, so he considered. During the past few weeks he had worked hard at getting an Interior Decorator's License. Now here he was going to rape this stiff woman. There was no question that he had to make sure she realized the stiff joys of anal rape first. To demolish her ego by severe butt rape was the fundamental appeal of it all.
He had to carry the dozen rolls of drape material over to a small closet by the stairs. There Marian Stuckely commented on the material and what she intended to do with it.
"And that is. crimson Italian plush, and will make an excellent entrance drape for the main dining room hallway." Marian ran her finger up and down the glowing satin surface. "Very smooth, in fact beautiful. Feel it, Mr.--What- did-you-say-your-name-was? " "Fred, just Fred." He stared down as she took his hand and ran it up and down the top bale of red plush.
"Fred, yes, you feel it? So smooth. Goodness me, but it is hot. It seems even hotter in this closet. Now we can lock the door and once you have finished your work, you can drive me back to Palm Springs. My car is such a nuisance. I has an air lock in this very hot weather."
She stared down. The closet was hot and rather dark. Fred's hand ran along the smooth red Italian plush. Then his hand ran over her hand, up and straight under her white blouse. He seemed to get under her new white bra, and was holding her right tit before Miss Marian Stuckely fully comprehended what was happening.
"Fred! What are you doing this for?" She whispered.
For suddenly she realized they were alone, and she was helpless!
"I won't scream." Marian promised. But she was not certain that she could hold to her promise. For she was face down, right over the pile of material rolls in the hot, dark closet. Fred was ripping away her clothes. Suddenly his hand was on her moist cunt, and Marian gave a startled cry.
"No, no, not that. I can't let you." She started to say.
But he was far too strong. He was wickedly strong. In fact he did not even have to threaten her any more. His expert moves had a kind of paralyzing effect upon all the girls he trapped this way. They were too bewildered to fight back. By the time they realized what was happening, he had mounted them and was surging in and out.
"Not in there!" Marian screamed. For her head was right down, and her legs wide apart. It was an anal rape, and she suddenly started to flay at the fabric rolls with her arms. He had pushed an immense rod down into her ass. It was so strong, and churning about so she howled and tried to kick and claw. But he was at her back, bent right over, and humping up between the white cheeks of her ass in a hot, quivering pleasure.
"You are tight. We gotta make you less tight." He panted.
Her naked body was unable to cope. Marian gave a strange, hot animal sobbing noise that went on and on. Her body suddenly hung limply over the delightful fabrics. He found that in this half fainting state, she was suddenly loose and a fine fuck.
"That's much better. Now I am gonna come in you." He went faster and faster.
Her legs twisted about. Her feet arched up and the high black shoes fell off each foot in turn. Her toes parted and spread wider apart. Marian Stuckely could not help these reactions. His rod was hammering and hammering faster at her crotch than anything she had ever experienced before. It was far more penetrating than any horse riding had proven to be, and Marian always got an erotic thrill from riding a horse at a good gallop.
One of his hands was on her cunt mons. He seemed to be trying to rip the hairy mound right out and away. But his thumb slipped into her virginal cunt lips and jammed there, began to vibrate about and against her love bud. This was already under a severe beating from his cock that was lancing up and down her ass.
"Oh, oh, oooh!" Marian moaned in rhythm to his anal rape. Her legs flopped limply. She felt a ragged orgasm flutter down within her belly. But the heat of the dark small closet, and the ravishing cruelty of his attack was making her feel lost. She stiffened for a moment as his cock seemed to shatter and fire off deep inside her. Then she flopped right over as his hot jism jerked endlessly into her. Like a naked blood spattered and sweat drenched thin doll, Marian Stuckely looked nothing at all like the fashion trim lady who had arrived here an hour ago.
"You are too tight!" Fred grunted out as lying over her, he slowly got his breath back. "I hope your cunt isn't as tight as your cornhole. Boy, you never had anyone up there. I got to get you fucking really nice and softly, both ways, by the time we finished."
He made it sound as if her were going to do Miss Stuckely a great and valuable service.
All she could do was to sob soundlessly. There was sweat streaming down her body. She felt ripped and demolished and in complete terror. From this moment on, he could do anything he wished with her. The lady had lost every trace of her haughty ways.
* * *
It was cooler towards evening. The naked girl lay and sobbed on the fabric. She had sucked his cock and he had fucked her for half an hour. But he had not come in her. It was too hot, and she had gone all loose on him.
"Let's get back to my caravan. I can fuck you all night there."
"No, you said you would let me go." Marian protested.
"Once we are over in my caravan, you'll get used to it." He made her gather his clothes and hers, then pushed out to where his car was in the shade at the side of the mansion.
Here Miss Stuckely had to wear her floral jacket. This was all she wore. It seemed her rapist liked to keep one hand on her naked cunt as much as possible.
"We'll call a garage and they can collect your car and fix it up, honey. Cheer up, we got a swimming pool by my caravan, and then supper, and we can fuck all night out there."
She stared at his stern face and blinked. Quite who she had been, and what she had been before this animal of a man grabbed in that hot dark closet, Marian Stuckely quite could not recall.
But now, all she did was to nod. For her body was so completely subservient to him. She shuddered and nodded, then stared at the land beyond the Ashkenzy mansion as if it was all strangely a new view.
But she slowly realized she was a different person. The view was the same old desert. It was a new Marian Stuckely seeing it all for the first time. The region was hot, rocky, barren and very savage indeed.
Somehow it made a hopeless feeling well up within her. This brought more tears to course down her face. She was exhausted and torn and defeated. The man was a brute. She could not tell what else he might have in store for her. Her butt was terrible painful. Her pussy seemed to have been ripped right open and stretched a yard wide. It was all so completely hopeless. In a couple of frenetic and hot hours she had been assaulted both ways, had to suck his cock, and now was being abducted to his desert home. But above all, it was this odd inability to resist anything and everything he did to her that shocked Marian Stuckely.
In her day, Miss Stuckely had always been such a fiery and staunch advocate of Women's Liberation.
Now she could say nothing. For he was too dangerous even to speak to.
"Yea, we can fuck all night now." He rambled on as he started his car moving. "You got such a tight cunt, we gotta work a lot to loosen that. But you'll be a great fuck soon enough."
She hung her head and stared at the great bruise marks on her naked thighs. His hand came to rest on her lap. He even thrust a finger down into her sore pussy slit.
"All woman, there, just all woman! You got a nice body. Just needs treating the right way, plenty of fucking and you'll be fine."
The car went racing off, turning onto a desert road. It left a plume of desert dust in the evening air behind it.
He was annoyed with the new girl. Now that he had studied and become an Interior Decorator, he had happily hoped not to get so involved with girls. For the man never considered the rapacious attacks he made on the girls and women as his fault. It was always the female's fault. They offered themselves, or simply provoked him until he had to demolish their egos with butt rape tactics.
He drove his car off to where his caravan was parked by a new golf course site. There was a large swimming pool here. The pool and some of the caravan site facilities were finished and in operation. But the financier had gone broke. It was when he was a Gas Inspector that the rapist had discovered this living quarters. He became a Water Inspector, and then an Electric Power Company Inspector, each of which jobs was officially registered at the uninhabited mobile home site out in the desert beyond Palm Springs. And it was to this solitary caravan surrounded by acres of yucca scrub and nothing else, he brought Miss Marian Stuckely around late evening at the end of for her a shockingly eventful day.
"I am so sore, so sore. You must take pity on me." Marian whispered. But his hand on her cunt was so strong, it seemed to control her, her thoughts and suggest exactly what their true relationship was going to be.
"You are hot and sticky from fucking." Fred as she knew him, told her. "You will have to wash the blood and come off your legs."
"Wash off the what?" Marian stared down at her stained limbs. "You are such a brute. But you must let me go. I shall do anything, as long as you let me go."
"Yes, you are going to do everything." Fred told her, and parked his car in a shack next to a large caravan home. There was nothing but half-finished sites, the swimming pool and a sandy road in sight.
"Out you get, and we take this off." He eased Marian out of the car. As she got out, Fred whipped away her floral jacket. Being completely naked was such a startling matter, Marian stared down at the sandy drive.
"Here, on this?" She thought he was going to start raping her right away.
"No, wash you first." He picked her up in a kind of swooping way. "You need a refreshener, then we have supper, then we can fuck all night."
"All night." She rested her head against his shoulder as he carried her easily over to the pool. "When are you going to stop doing this to me?"
"Once you fuck well, and are happy." He told her.
Then he half threw her off the parapet. Marian Stuckely landed with a tremendous splash in the deep end of the swimming pool. She floundered, gurgled and at last managed to swim. Her cunt and ass felt the sting of the chlorination in the pool water. She shuddered and swam to the far end, away from him.
"When you've had enough, come in, dry and have some food. I'll put dinner on for us, be ready in an hour or so." He turned and headed back towards the solitary caravan site. Suddenly he seemed to have remembered something. He stopped and called over to her yet again.
"Hey, can you hear me?" He called loudly.
Marian crouched in the far corner of the pool, trying to hide in the shadows of the pool ledgeing. She was like a pink naked frog thinking it could vanish as if by will power. She ignored his call.
"Don't go walking in the desert, honey. Soon as it's dark the rattlers and the tarantulas come out looking for supper. Believe me, there are millions of them out there. Come back when you feel hungry."
He walked on and the lights in his caravan came on shortly. He was busy preparing an evening meal, and starting to put out the large double water-bed. It was ideal for long periods of heavy fucking.
The girl was as if trapped in the huge caravan site swimming pool. She could swim round and round. There was desert on all sides save one. And that one had the path to the caravan and her rapist abductor. He was waiting for her. Marian Stuckely had no illusions as to what was waiting for her in that direction.
"I shall stay here all night. If he comes after me, I shall drown him, or myself." She determined upon that.
The blue velvet night came down. There were the carpets of diamond fine flashing stars all across this beautiful desert sky. In the distance a coyote howled, then another. The heat was going rapidly. Soon the chill of the desert night would come and make everything so cold.
* * *
Marian Stuckely had plenty of nerve. She lasted almost an hour out by the pool. But it got chilly. Then coyotes began to howl closer and closer. The girl had a feeling of empty weakness. She had been raped and shaken into a different creature. Finally she sat in the shallow middle part of the great pool and stared about her. She was totally alone. There was no help coming. Only her rapist was coming, and she would kill herself before going back to him. At least, that had been her decision.
"Hey, steak is on the table, and hot coffee. I got a large bath robe for you. Hurry up." He called from the edge of the pool. It was a shock.
His voice and tone were most civilized.
"Yes, yes. I suppose I have to." Marian waded slowly over. Her naked body glowed in the faint star light. She took the bathrobe, and the slippers, then held his hand as he led the way back to the caravan. Resistance seemed utterly stupid. There was no one else in this entire world but these two, alone in the vast desert. Marian Stuckely knew when she had to submit to fate, again.
"My body is so sore." She held his arm. "You must be more gentle, Fred, please, be more gentle with me."
For Miss Stuckely had decided that since she could not avoid further rape, she might as well try and enjoy it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN - SANDY ORGIES
Lying on the water bed, Marian decided that she would be completely passive. She had eaten a large dinner of superb steak, with ice-cream dessert, wines, and coffee. Now it seemed to be the time to return to orgiastic pleasure. Fred placed her down on the swaying surface of the water bed. Marian lay back and stared at him. She was determined to have nothing to do with her own ruinations.
"I shall lock up." He told her.
There seemed to be only two doors into the large caravan. He left the ground lights on outside. Then he came back and in the half-lit gloom he undressed.
"There, gets cold out at night. The desert soon cools off and there is a hell of a temperature drop." He said this as he knelt on the water bed.
Slowly he undid the belt and the buttons, of the bathrobe. Then he spread her legs wide apart and upwards so her loins once again rose higher towards him. He held her arms back above her head. Then for a moment freed one arm. He did this so as to insert his cock into the lips of her tight cunt.
"You are being frigid, eh." He chuckled.
Marian did not reply. She turned her head to one side and just lay there. He was forcing her. She was unable to stop his rape. But she had no intention of being social while he was spearing into her body.
Suddenly he jerked his cock into her violently. Her butt shrank back, but the water bed rolled down and up again. Her butt came swinging back up. His cock seemed to stab right to her very heart.
"My God!" Marian cried out. "You are too much. You are too much. Oooh!"
For the water bed kept on rolling up and down. This made her body slap up and accept his cock right home as far as it would go into her. Then she would sway away and shudder in a wet orgasm as his cock slid almost free of her cunt. Somehow he managed to keep his cock between her cunt lips, so on her return upward, he was shot right home and so deeply into her, her legs flopped and kicked and seemed to belong to some other person. The water bed was helping him ravish her fully. It seemed that no matter how she attempted to stiffen, it only made the water bed more active. In a few strokes, she had orgasmed, was covered in sweat, and was moaning in rhythm to the swaying fucking that was making her body glow with heat.
He lay right on her now. The swaying of the water bed made them rock backwards and forwards. This stirred his huge cock as it was right up into Marian. She twitched and shook, and each time the cock seemed to hammer back at her even fiercer Slowly the heat and the sexy excitement made her heart race wilder and wilder. She abandoned her passivity. Locking her legs about his legs, she worked his cock about until she had to gasp out in sheer ecstasy.
"You fiend. Oh, oh, you perfect fiend." She sobbed.
For he had succeeded in a rapacious seduction. His iron hard cock was pouring hot jism into her. Marian no longer cared. She felt she had been turned into some sexual desert primitive woman who was impaled upon a huge spurting phallus. Sweat streamed down her face, and her glazed eyes stared at the patterns of lights on the caravan ceiling.
"You like this, now." He grunted and his butt shook to each spurt of white hot come going into her.
"Yes, yes, oooh, yes, wonderful." She whispered hoarsely.
For the animal response within her had become so aroused, she felt she was now a new, entirely different being. His cock was too long, too hard, it held back until she had orgasmed and was shaking with emotional trauma. Then it seemed to send this hot cream up into her. All smooth and flowing the feeling of the hot jism zapping up her body made Marian collapse into a total release. Her woman had been taken fully. She flopped limply on the swaying surface of the water bed. He could do anything he wished with her from now on. Marian Stuckely had give everything she had, and was now only too content to relax and enjoy. The freedom of forced fucking had converted her into a hot enthusiast.
* * *
The Interior Decorator had decided on some exotic sex games. He had brought back the brass chains from the penthouse raping session with Barbra in that glorious high session. He still thought of Barbra with a hard on interest. The brass chains seemed to help evoke that sexual violence the rapist loved to use when necessary. Marian Stuckely was such a commanding, bossy type of girl, a session being raped and chained and laid on the hot desert a few times would soften out her characteristics, he felt.
"We are going out onto the sand." He-told her.
"Oh, what for?" Marian was naked, and serving him breakfast. She sipped her orange juice and sat down to the bacon and eggs. It was strange how quickly she had totally acquiesced to him being her lord and master, in every possible position. Naked and bruised, she suddenly wondered about it all. It did seem most natural to be completely naked while with the rapist. His hairy muscles and obvious brute strength had a way of making a woman feel fully the mate here.
"I like to fuck out there, on the sand." He grunted back.
"You like to. And what of me, and what I like to do?"
"No one is asking you. You'll come along and enjoy it."
"Supposing I run away from you." Marian said it easily.
"You won't be able to."
"Why not?" She asked.
"Because I am going to chain you up." He told her.
"Chain me up. Chains?" She stared at him in astonishment.
"Yea, chain you up and the fuck you whenever you get talking too much. That is the best way to shut up an over-talking bossy broad."
"You are all caveman." She was raging with anger.
He reached out and took hold of her loose hair. His other hand grabbed hold of her mons, and tugged her onto his lap. For a moment Marian Stuckely was shaking with terror.
"You are going to like being fucked out there." He grunted.
"Yes, yes, of course I shall." She nodded hastily. "Please, please let me go so I can finish my breakfast."
"Yes, but you will have to suck my cock later." He put her back on her seat by the small table next to him, then patted her cool cunt hairs in a familiar way. "I shall make that good and hot and sore."
Marian blushed right down to her tits, a deep red blush she just could neither help nor hide. For he was treating her with such a rawness, an utter contempt, a kind of way of handling as if she were either a sex article to be over-used and plundered, then spat upon, or else as a slave object that had to be obedient no matter how lurid the demand he made might be, instantly so too.
"Eat your breakfast. It looks like a fine morning for fucking." He grunted as he took some buttered toast and spread English Oxford marmalade over it slowly and thickly.
Marian Stuckely tried to be obedient and eat. But she was all shocked and shivering. Her anger did not disperse that easily. And she felt sore, as well. It seemed that this hairy chested gorilla of a sexual maniac had non-stop sexual powers to work with. She had really thought during the night that he had worked hard enough and long enough on her body to had satiated a regiment of fierce Irishmen. And here he was at breakfast talking about more copulation in the morning, as if it were the one and only thing to do in the whole desert world.
This was how Marian Stuckely came to be naked and with a chain about her neck right out in the sandy desert. Her body was oiled with suntan lotion, and gleamed well. Her hands were also chained, around behind her back. This permitted her tormentor to now and again hold one of her large and pointed tits and stroke it as he pleased.
"This way, there is a nice hot sandy part." He told her.
"You are going to let me go?" Marian asked. In her heart she still had the most desperate fears. "You promised to let me go."
"Yes, certainly, you are fucking almost perfectly now. Once I get a great fuck out of you, then that will be enough. I think perhaps tomorrow evening I shall dump you back at the Ashkenzy mansion where we met."
She stared up at his cruel face as he caressed her left tit thoughtfully. His other hand holding the end of the neck chain worked against her mons. She could not help slightly parting her knees and trembling as she waited for him to decide whether to start on her here or not.
"We'll go to where the sand is warm and smooth. The desert has some cool spots in it. We can work on your tightness in comfort in a place I know."
He led the way. The brass chain gleamed in the morning sunshine. The girl followed right behind him with her head bent low. She felt that he was re-enacting some strange traumatic drama. But also she felt there was no real danger. As long as she yielded to him, they could talk and all would be well.
The chain clinked and rattled as they came to a fine bed of shaded soft sand. The sand was still cold after the high desert night. He led the way to where some Joshua Trees stood like strange sloping sentries. The really wild parts of the desert began further behind the trees.
"Here we are, a good spot." He turned and lowered the chain.
"What do you want me to do?" Marian asked.
"Well, get my hard on for me first." He told her.
The girl found it difficult to kneel down with her hands chained behind her. But at last she managed this. She slowly sucked at his cock as the Interior Decorator stared at the fine blue sky over his desert.
"It's coming up." He grunted.
Her head worked backwards and forwards. His hard on cock glistened as her mouth managed to excite it to full length. She seemed to work gently and he enjoyed the erotic feeling of her ways. It made him sigh in a most contented way. Now his balls were tingling and it was time to get into her.
"I shall undo this." He let her suck the red helmet of his cock as he undid the neck chain.
Kneeling down before her, he pressed her back. Marian gasped as she toppled over onto the soft smooth sand. Her legs lolled apart and he thrust forward eagerly. He had to place his cock into her slit himself, as her hands were still chained behind her back. In her helpless position, as his cock jerked easily into her, Marian could not help sobbing with combined raged helplessness and heat. For he was somehow antagonizing her whole sexual being in a most primitive and most permanent way.
Locking her legs about his thighs, Marian managed to link belly to belly with him. Meanwhile the Interior Decorator "had taken the neck chain. He wound it about both their naked waists. So once again he was chained to a girl he was fucking with. Surging in and out of her hot slit, he was also suckling her tense tits. His hands reached behind her and jerked her body rhythmically to him as his cock plunged in and out.
Marian Stuckely gave a low moaning note. She was orgasming against her will. The sand flew about as her legs stiffened and beat to the hot cock's plunging in and out. She grunted, shook and sweat simply poured off her.
"I love it! I do love it!" She cried out.
For in a straining explosion she went into a long sexual orgasm again. Her cunt flowed, her legs locked and unlocked. As he freed her chained hands, they swept about him. She was trying to kiss his mouth, and cunt juices, come, sweat and heat all swirled from the single couple. The sand stuck to them, and she gave a long groaning, moaning sound of sexual release.
His cock was sucked empty. All the hot jism was drawn out of his balls and up into her yearning heat. This was the first utterly free female moment of Marian Stuckely's whole life.
She hugged him and sobbed with joy.
"There, that was the greatest fuck yet. You are perfect." He gasped to her as at last they lay still in exhaustion.
"I can't any more." She whispered, her limbs limp, her body collapsed all about him.
"Now you are free to go. Seems you got the idea. I shall put you back where I found you. Just ask me when you want to leave." He told her.
"Not yet." Marian said slowly. "There is plenty of time for that. I don't have to go back yet, do I, Fred?"
"No, whenever you please. But we can't stay out here more than four or five days." He chuckled.
These women who asked to be raped always changed about after a while. They needed a man, really, and they set out to let themselves be taken by one. So it seemed with all the girls he had assaulted.
"You are too strong." Marian muttered. "I shall have to stay a few days to recover."
Then she kissed him lightly on the mouth. Her hand went down and stroked his balls slowly, feeling the size of them. Her fingers slowly and delicately caressed his limp cock. For she was interested in finding out every possible detail about him.
"This is a nice spot." Marian Stuckely whispered hotly. "It's ideal for all sorts of games, isn't it!"
And she slowly worked her cunt against his loins, determining to revive his limp cock and to make the most of the next couple of days here with him.
For Marian Stuckely was only too willing to now take everything he could offer her.
CHAPTER TWELVE - ONE COMES AGAIN
He was sitting staring down at his large cock. For once in his life, there was no victim for him to chase after, to chain or to fling onto her face and butt rape. It was totally odd, but he felt he could not go on doing that any more.
A few days before he had left his last victim, Miss Marian Stuckely at the mansion where he had met her, raped her and abducted her. She had wished to see him again, some time.
They all seemed to wish to see him again. Only one had fled away and never contacted him, nor looked for him. That was the little Nun, Sister Linda up north. She had been such an ideal seduction. He liked to think of them as seductions and not the brutal rapes they really were. Yes, he missed Sister Linda more than any. In some ways he seemed to have gone full circle. His rape career had started with Sister Monica in Viet Nam, and almost finished with Sister Linda at the Vitallia Beach hut rape. This fucking with Miss Stuckely had been an almost accidental matter. If she had not been such a hard faced bitch, he would have left her entirely alone. Now she was asking him to call and see her when he got back to town. Cock like his was not easy to find.
He flicked his thick, hard on cock with his finger. Sister Linda was a strange small girl. Her close cropped blonde hair had made her look like a boy. But she had superb hard nippled tits, and her cunt was as soft, tender and yielding as a ripe melon in true season. He had to have her again.
"So we shall have to drive up there and see if we can find her." He muttered. "To hell with this Interior Decorating. This time I shall get my State wide Plumber's license out and use that."
For suddenly he had seen a way of getting into the convent, where Sister Linda had left him that rainy day.
* * *
By some strange coincidence of weather, it was raining as he drove his tool truck up past the park before the Convent and the Church. It had been a long slow drive up from Palm Springs. His plumber's truck was too ancient and too laden for fast freeway travel. It seemed an odd vehicle to go raping in, somehow.
Parking the truck in front of the tall convent front door, he put on his black plastic peaked cap, and his black plumber's coat, then took a bag of wrenches and pipe fittings. He had his License pinned to his lapel. It was a genuine license, as he always studied and finished the State Licensing Course. He considered it important as a rapist to be professional covered for all emergencies. This plumber's License was about the only way to get into the Convent, apart from perhaps dressing up as a Catholic Bishop and trying a bluff.
"Hello, who is it?" A white framed face peered out through the small rectangular grill in the large gate. He had rung the bell several times.
"It's a plumber here." He yelled back.
"You are late. Come to the small side door. Goodness, but we are in such a mess here. Bless you for coming in this wet weather. I shall open the side gates, have you a pump on your truck."
"Yes, a small one." He smiled.
For the rain was pelting down. Obviously some drains inside the convent had choked. Probably they were jammed by leaves from the trees in the cloister walk. He walked hastily back to his truck and drove it along to the side gate. When two small black clad Nuns opened that double gate, he drove his truck straight into the confined Convent. It was useful, being a plumber. Once he had raped no less than seven girls in the State Prison by seeing to their faucets in their cells. That had not really been rape. More perhaps they each had raped him as he went into their cell. He hoped the Nuns were better behaved, as he was sure they would be.
"This way, in the cellar. It is running all through our bottle storage area." The stout Sister commanded his work.
There were many blocked drains. Several Nuns were wading about. He had to work hard. Then he asked and got permission to smoke. He lit up his pipe and they all smiled as one, happy to have a man smoking a pipe amongst them.
"I'll have to send the auger through. It's a drill that will rip the blockage out." He explained.
The task went on and on, for each drain seemed to be blocked and as he worked through the Convent cellars, he kept peering at the many youthful looking nuns and novices about him. But not one mf them looked like Sister Linda.
Gradually he had a feeling he would have to settle for one of the young Nuns. In fact there was one with brown hair that kept swinging past him. It was all he could do to stop himself running his hand up under her long black skirt. Once he was fucking here, he might work his way along to finding Sister Linda. This he hoped would happen.
"You are a very good plumber!" The Mother Superior told him. "In fact you really know what you are doing. What have they been up to, sending that Mr. Bentley all this time. He is too old. The drains are always worse after he has left."
"I know a person here." The Plumber told the Mother Superior as he splashed about in deep water, busily. He found this blocked drain and went to work on it.
"You know one of our Sisters? Perhaps it is a Sister of Mercy at the Hospital?" The Mother Superior loved the scent of his pipe tobacco. He looked such a tough, rough old man, did this new plumber.
"I forget her name." He shouted back to her.
"Well, when did you meet her?" The old lady was interested.
"Sister--er Linda something. I think, or Lydia, perhaps it was Lydia." He explained. The water started to swirl round and round as if gurgling off down the newly cleared drain. "There, that's got that one. They all need clearing right out, that's what they need, clearing right."
"When did you meet Sister Linda?" The Mother Superior asked sharply.
"Oh, she was with some preachers, girls and a choir at Vitallia. I went fishing up there, same time." He puffed out more smoke and waded off into the next section of cellar that was flooded.
"Vitallia, yes, yes, during her holiday. I am afraid it was a bad mistake letting Sister Linda go on holiday to that Convention. She is leaving us. I pleaded with her so long. How well did you know her, at Vitallia?" Her shrewd eyes stared at the old plumber, as if trying to make out exactly how old he might be.
"I listened to them singing. They always sing well, once they get it hot." He grunted back and delved down into black oily water over another blocked drain. "These drains should all be worked on next summer. They're too small inside to be any good."
"Sister Linda had too many experiences at the Convention. She completely lost her calling. Perhaps you might drive her to the airport tomorrow afternoon? She is flying back to her home town. I am sorry it all happened."
He glanced at her and nodded without comment. It seemed the old woman was cunning enough. But there were at least a dozen cellars that had flooded. He worked until it was dark outside before he managed to clear them, to start looking into just what was wrong.
"Will you have some supper?" A Nun asked him. "You have done so well. We have prepared grilled chops, potatoes, soup and coffee for you."
"Thank you, that sounds very nice." He agreed.
"Come, I shall show you where to wash." The Nun beckoned him away from the damp and muddy cellars. Outside it was raining as hard as ever. He sniffed and followed her up to a rear section of the kitchen. Here he washed the grime off his hands.
"Food will be brought in in a few minutes. Would you care for some wine?" Two Nuns fussed about him.
"Thank you." He sat down and stared at the severe oak furniture. A bell was ringing for prayers and there was the sound of a group starting to sing praise out again. The whole place was always to busy. He sipped the wine and felt tired.
* * *
"You really need the main drain out to the sewer opened up. Otherwise this flooding will happen every time it rains like this. There is a blockage down there, which I have cleared for a time. But it will build up again. Bigger drains are the only answer." He was explaining to the Mother Superior.
"I understand. I shall tell the architect what you say." She had joined him as he ate and was having a glass of wine with him. "You are such a good plumber. I suppose you always earn good money. Are you married?"
"No, I am single. I never get onto the right footing with the ladies." He explained it as best he could.
"Are you a Catholic?" The Mother Superior asked easily.
"Only when I have to be." He smiled and went on eating. It seemed they had cooked him a great meal especially to thank him. He idly wondered how he could get rid of the old girl and find that dark haired young Nun. She was all set for fucking. He could smell it, when a girl was desperate for fucking. That was why they never gave him away afterwards.
"Ah, here is your coffee." The Mother Superior said it in an odd way. This made the Plumber feel very wary.
The smallest Nun had brought the coffee tray in and placed it on the refectory table. She stood there, silently waiting. He took a cup and the Mother Superior poured out coffee from the jug into his cup for him.
"Sister Linda, the plumber says he met you at the Vitallia Revivalist Convention." The Mother Superior spoke to the silent small Nun.
Sister Linda stared at the white haired, grimy faced old plumber. There was something terribly familiar about him. But yet she was certain she had never met him before. He wore small metallic rimmed glasses. His eyes peeped at her a moment, then he took some cream and some sugar for his coffee. She stared down at his huge, obviously powerful hands. Her heart seemed to go very slowly within her. She nodded her head, turned and fled the room.
"Yes, well, you will take her to the airport for us. Do you wish one of us to come along?" The mother Superior felt she had judged the situation rightly.
She stayed with the ancient and highly skilled plumber until he was ready to leave. The Mother Superior was curious. She wondered what it was that this old man had said to Sister Linda to make her wish to cancel her vows. It was two and a half months since the Vitallia Convention. Perhaps the old plumber was one of those devastating preachers. Somehow or other, he must have hypnotized Sister Linda into losing her devotion and calling. It was a pity. But it did happen, once in a while. Not everyone was strong enough to stay a life time doing the good works.
"I shall be back tomorrow morning, and check to see if the water is collecting again." He told her.
He was thinking of the hot dark haired young Nun. Now he had located Sister Linda, oddly enough his rapacious appetite was in another Nun's direction. But two of them escorted him out to the side gates, and there was no chance to sneak off and make a quick grab for fresh sexual pleasurings.
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It was eight in the morning when his ancient plumber's truck came creaking back into the side courtyard. He got out and greeted the two Nuns who had opened the gate for him. Then he was given breakfast. Sister Linda was standing there beside his refectory table all the time. She served him in total silence. It seemed that they were complete strangers to each other.
"What time are you wishing to go to the airport, Sister?" He asked her.
She stared at him with her brown eyes very wide. For his voice was not changed, she now blinked and seemed to shiver. Then she wet her lips and stared straight at him again.
"What time will suit you? I am free, any time." She spoke so quietly he had to bend forward to hear her words.
"You know," He said so softly she placed her black hood right by his mouth. "I have been aching for you all this time."
"Oh!" She stepped back and stared at him. A brilliant red flush came right across her cheeks. "Oh, well, you see, later. I have to go, please, I have to pack."
Turning she fled from him. He adjusted his fake old glasses and nodded. The girl was as ripe as could be. He would have her in the mountain cabin bed tonight. Whistling happily he trudged down to the wet cellars.
He had worked on three drains when a voice called to him. It was the dark haired hot young Nun.
"Excuse me, sir, but would you like some coffee?" Her voice had that tense, eager note to it. She was aching for hard on cock. He had to control himself firmly before he managed to answer.
"Yes, that would be fine, where shall I have it."
"Have it? Oh, the coffee, up here, I have a tray here."
He washed his hands and stepped up to the corner of the landing where the dark haired young Nun was pouring him a cup of coffee. It was dark here, just a small cellar light glowed in the corner.
"How do you like it?" She asked him quietly.
"Hot, wet, quick." He told her.
The Nun stared at him, then rested back against the wooden bench. For she seemed in a daze. His hands were under her black skirt. She was ready and naked there, all weak and willing.
It was sad how he always forgot everything except the task in hand. This young cunt was so excited, it was almost out of control. He was fucking her steadily as his cock slid right in and out. She gasped, orgasmed, rolled back and hitched her legs right out. For the next hour he enjoyed ravishing her, and she seemed to be there just for that on reason.
Later he went back to clearing the final three traps below the blocked drains. He felt tired, and his balls ached from so much virginal fucking. The black haired Nun was busy collecting the scattered coffee things.
"You need anything more, later, ask for me, Sister Jane." She told him in a husky voice. Then she swayed away. It was curious, but her walk was quite different now. He had fucked a lot into her this hot cellar dark hour.
He began to gather up his tools. There was nothing more he felt like doing down here. Checking his watch, he saw it was just on one in the afternoon.
It was time to collect the other nice young cunt, Sister Linda. She would be a good bed mate up at the mountain cabin tonight. It did seem that Sister Jane had taken the cream out of him, for the moment. She was so hot and willing, It was a crime to leave her here. But he already had one of them for his bed, and that was enough.
* * *
The rain had stopped. Everything looked splendidly sodden. Sister Linda still wore her black Nun's habit. She sat in the lurching cab of the old plumber's truck. It seemed odd, the silver haired old plumber and the pretty young nun riding along the road to the mountains. He drove the truck to a gas station and stopped.
"I must wash and change." He told her.
"Yes, you look very tired. Do you want me to change? I still have that dress and the coat and hat you gave me." She smiled rather shyly. For Sister Linda was not sure of this outside world she had decided to re-enter now. She waited until he came back from the garage rest rooms, looking young, lean and bright eyed. He looked at her, and she flushed deep red. Now she wished she were not wearing the habit.
But at last they came to the mountain lodge over looking Lake Glacette. It had a faint early spring look, but there was still deep snow around.
Hardly had they gotten into the cabin, than she turned to him. She unbuttoned the front of her black habit, and let it fall to the ground. Her white chemise went next, then she sat on the bed and unrolled her black stockings.
"I called the lake people and got them to turn the stove on for us, that's why it so warm." He explained to her.
She was almost naked, but squatted down on the bed and looked out at the view. His clothes were on the floor now. His cock was pressed against the pink and white butt of her ass. She sighed and lowered her head.
"You will have to look after me, now on."
She told him.
"Yes, that's why I came." He bent over her. But Linda turned around suddenly, and lay on her back. She drew him down onto her naked body. Her legs went wide and out, so she could place his freshly hard on cock right into her eager cunt lips. As he entered her in one slow deep plunge, she sobbed and kissed him.
"Be gentle with us." She whispered. "You are all we have."
And he suddenly went very still. It had never occurred to him all the damage he so often did to them. But now, he would try and make amends in this case.
