Thinking with Your Dick
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Hetero, Non-Consent
With wings majestically spread and "fingers" apart, the hawk glided effortlessly across the sky. Floating in a sea of blue, the dark bird dipped and turned, then circled, eyes fixed on the unsuspecting mouse scurrying across the field. Jim Sharp, his head tilted back, felt like the bird he stared up at. Jim's own beady eyes narrowed and then he quickly turned back. Pressing his face against the rough wood, he peered through the slats in the fence. Several yards away in the spacious backyard, a woman lay motionless on the lounger. Her white shorts hugged her hips, and her flat midriff dared the sun to darken it. Jim's breath caught as she raised one knee, the pale flesh under her thigh so firm that its jiggle was unobservable.
Barely lifting her sunglasses, the woman wiggled her nose and then gently reseated them. Her hand swept away an annoying blonde curl that had sneaked under the glasses. Then her hand touched her raised knee, her fingertips brushing the soft skin of her thigh. Jim unconsciously adjusted the cock shifting inside his pants. Sighing softly, he continued watching his unsuspecting victim as her body moved in very ordinary ways -- but very sensually to the voyeur.
Jim had been sitting in his car in the middle-class neighborhood. It was broad daylight but no one paid him any mind, not that there were many people around anyway. Two girls, who would soon reach puberty, giggled as they hopped on the chalk boxes drawn on the concrete sidewalk, picking up the rock they had tossed. His knowing eyes watched the houses, looking for just the right one. A car pulling into a driveway caught his attention, and then he saw the long leg appear as the door swung open. It was followed by more skin and then a tight ass encased in white shorts. Like the hawk, Jim's eyes locked on his prey, following her swaying hips as she strolled to her house and then disappeared through the front door.
Forgetting that his plan was to rob a house, Jim jumped out of his car, in his haste slamming the door behind him. Ducking behind the car, he looked through the glass windows at the girls. On their knees, chalk in hand, the two talked mindlessly while repairing the fading lines. He looked up and scanned the general area, then stared intently at the girls as he crossed the street. They never looked up.
Approaching the rear of the woman's car, Jim looked around and then dashed towards the house, diving behind a large bush. Breathing hard, he waited, and then stretched his neck. Other than his heart pounding, everything else was quiet. Darting from bush to bush, Jim stopped at the back gate, breathing hard and sweating, his fingers uncontrollably twitching. About to open the gate, his hand hung in mid-air.
The scraping sound of an arcadia door sliding open caused Jim to drop to the floor, pressing his tense body on the soft grass. He listened and waited, and then cautiously lifted his head. Watching through a gap between the wood slats, the woman's lithe body moved leisurely around her yard, checking on several blooming plants. Brushing her hands and stretching, she lay down on the lounger, tugging the bottom of her shirt until it was bunched just below her breasts.
"Why the hell didn't she put on a bikini?" Jim thought. "Yeah, guess it's too early. Still kinda cool."
Jim's breathing stopped. Twisting his head to look over his shoulder he listened for the noise he thought he heard. The girls' faint giggles were the only sound. "Shit, gonna get caught lying here. Gotta do something soon." He turned back to the fence and peered into the backyard, his fists opening and closing on his sweaty palms. It was now or never.
First getting onto his knees and then slowly standing, Jim stood slightly crouched. Slowly reaching over the gate, his fingers blindly moved around until feeling the metal latch. Holding his breath, Jim pulled his finger towards him as quietly as possible. A slight click caused him to freeze with his finger on the cold metal and his eye glued to the opening in the gate. Ready to bolt, he saw the woman's chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
Standing upright, Jim gently pushed the gate. It squeaked once which caused him to pause, but again the woman didn't stir. Standing in the yard now, Jim felt very exposed -- which of course he was. Without taking his eyes off the woman, he re-closed the gate very gently, holding his breath when the click sounded again. He was now invisible to the outside world, but very exposed to the woman if she would open her eyes and look his way.
Breathing hard, Jim took long, slow steps, the soft grass under his feet soundproofing his approach. His shadow led the way as it crept over her body, sliding up to her face. He couldn't see her eyes beneath the dark glasses, but he stood stock still sensing her awareness. They remained like that for only a moment, but it felt like an eternity. And then the woman's body sprung up as if a charge was lit under her back.
"What are mmmmm...?" she cried out, but her words were smothered.
Jim's hand firmly clasped the woman's mouth. His other arm wrapped around her squirming body, holding her tight. Yanking the struggling woman to her feet, he half dragged and half carried her to the house. The punches and scratches hurt, but he couldn't release his hold... not yet. When they got to the arcadia door, Jim pulled her head to his hip and, with his hand still over her mouth, held her tight against his body. He opened the door with his other hand and dragged the struggling woman inside by her head, and then with a flick of his wrist sent the glass door sliding shut. Bouncing open a few inches, Jim closed and locked it.
A sharp pain caused Jim to look at his arm. A long red scratch bled at one end. Flinging the woman onto the floor, he grabbed his arm. The woman looked up at him, her eyes wide and her breathing quick. Somewhere on the peaceful lawn outside, her mangled sunglasses lay. She scooted back on her butt as fast as she could. Running to her, Jim placed his foot on her belly and pressed.
"Ow!" the woman cried out, still struggling but losing some of her energy. "Stop! What do you want? Leave me. Help! Help! Oomph."
Gasping for air, the woman clutched her belly. She had never been kicked before, let alone had someone stomp on her belly, and fought to breathe; then she coughed with the urge to retch. Struggling to her knees, she doubled over and sucked air into her lungs in large gulps. Finally breathing evenly, she looked up at the man towering over her.
"Please don't hurt me."
"You hurt me and I hurt you," Jim said.
"I won't... I promise. Please leave me alone. I have some money. I'll give it to you. Just leave me alone."
"Good, you give me what I want and I'll leave."
"Thank you. Thank you very much. You can have anything I have. Take it and leave."
Pressing her palm to the floor, the woman pushed herself to a standing position. She was nervous but had a sense of hope. She glared at the intruder, but quickly softened her eyes so as not to anger him.
Jim's eyes roamed up and down the woman's body. Hers were fixed on him, but occasionally darted to the right or left. Stepping towards the woman, she jumped back trembling. Jim brushed by her, reaching for a vase on the shelf. It crashed noisily onto the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces as Jim dashed after the fleeing woman. Grabbing her by her bouncing hair, he yanked her head back. A faint whimper was heard.
Spinning the woman around, Jim said, "Now that wasn't friendly."
"I... I'm sorry. I won't do it again. It was stupid."
"It was stupid, you stupid bitch." The woman's eyes filled with hate, then lowered. "We can't have none of that."
The woman looked up. "I won't..."
"Shut the fuck up!" The woman was visibly trembling. "Drop your shorts."
"What!"
"Around your ankles. Get them shorts around your ankles so you can't run."
"Please, I won't run. I promise."
"Lady... hey, what's your name?"
"Beth. Elizabeth Jurgen."
"Well, Beth, get them shorts down." The woman stood motionless. "NOW!"
After jumping, Beth's shaking hands hovered at the waistband of her shorts. "Stupid!" she admonished herself. "You are a stupid bitch! Things were going well and you screwed them up. Now you have to do this." Beth's eyes locked on the man's cold ones and then lowered. She could still survive. All she had to do was do what she was told. But no, not her! She wasn't used to taking orders. She was always in charge. Her lowered eyes looked at her trembling fingers. "Get a grip on yourself, girl. You can do this." Her thumbs slid into the waistband and her two index fingers pressed the material. Taking a deep breath, Beth tugged outward. The slight pop of the snap sounded like thunder to her. But she fought her trepidation and grabbed the little metal piece of the zipper and pulled it down. Taking deeper breaths now, Beth pushed her tight shorts to mid-thigh, re-adjusting her partly rolled down panties, and then pushed the shorts past her knees where they fell silently to her feet.
Jim noticed her left hand. "Where's your husband?" he asked.
After a moment's hesitation, Beth said, "He'll be home soon. He just ran an errand. The hardware store. He went to the hardware store. He'll be home soon. Please, he's a big man and you'll fight. I don't want him to fight. Please, if you leave now there won't be a fight."
Beth's chest rose and fell as the pace of her breathing almost matched the speed of her words. By the time she was done, she was out of breath.
"What did he go to the hardware store for?"
"He... um... he went... um..."
"Stop bullshitting me! He's working and won't be home for a long time."
"No, he's..."
Beth didn't hear the slapping sound of the back of Jim's hand contacting her face, and the pain took a moment to register, but then her hand flew to her cheek and she dropped to her knees. With her head bowed, she rubbed her cheek unable to prevent the tears from flowing.
"No more lying... no more running. You'll do what I say. Do you understand?" Without looking up, Beth nodded her head. "Stand up!"
Scrambling to her feet, Beth's gasps were loud as she tried to stop crying. Proud, she didn't want to seem like a weak woman. But she couldn't stop. So she stood there, chin against her chest, sobbing like a baby.
"Can I have this?"
Beth's head shot up and she stared at Jim. He held a crystal candlestick in his hand, waving it in the air. Without realizing it, Beth's tears subsided as her eyebrows furrowed. Then her face softened and she nodded. Jim snickered and opened his fingers, the candlestick -- a present from her mother -- crashed to the ground.
"I don't want that kind of shit!"
Beth flinched at the loud voice, her tangled feet preventing her from stepping back. She stared at the man, hate welling up in her. Unconsciously, her fists clenched and unclenched.
In as calm a voice as she could muster, Beth said, "Take whatever you want. But please don't break what you don't want."
Taking little steps, Beth backed up as the man came closer. She flinched when his hand rose, and then again when it softly caressed her cheek.
"Don't ya know what it is I want? You can't be that stupid."
"Oh my god, no! Please, just take what you want."
"That's what I'm gonna do, sweety."
Beth spun and fell as she tried to flee. With her shorts around her ankles, she scurried towards the arcadia door crawling on her hands and knees. She felt the sole of the shoe on her hip and then her body rolled onto her back. Lying on the floor breathing hard, she looked up at the standing man glaring down at her. His foot moved back and then she felt the sharp pain. Rolling away from him, she clutched her side, crying much harder than before. But this time she didn't try to stop her tears. She needed relief from the throbbing in her side.
"That was just a warning," Jim said. "I can hurt you real bad, and I will if you make me. It's up to you. Now are you going to do what I say?"
Her shoulders lifting with each deep breath taken, Beth silently nodded. She had lost and felt completely helpless. She thought she could outsmart the man, but it didn't work. Now she had to submit. Anything was better than getting beat up and maybe killed. She was a strong woman and could live through anything. That's what she told herself.
"Now get to your feet. Oh, take those shorts off first. You look ridiculous with them like that."
Pushing the shorts over her feet, Beth stood up on shaky legs. Her hand clutched her side, trying to rub the pain away. Her eyes stared at the floor.
"Get your shirt off. I wanna see them tits."
Pulling the top over her head, Beth shook her blonde hair. Her eyes looked down at her side and saw the red bruise. She covered it with her hand and pressed. She didn't want him to know that he hurt her that much, but she wasn't that strong!
"Now the panties."
Beth's eyes shot up and saw the man's gloating face. She instantly looked back down. Pushing her panties down her long legs, she stepped out of them. Leaving them on the floor, Beth stood completely naked with her hands at her sides. Fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands, she knew it would do no good and would simply lead to another humiliating command.
"Come here." Taking small steps, almost shuffling towards him, Beth tried to delay the inevitable. When she closed the gap, she stared at a hairy, muscular chest. Jim's shirt lay crumpled on the floor next to him. "Now you do my pants. Go on, sweety, take out your prize."
Feeling a hand pushing down on her shoulder, Beth dropped to her knees. Her trembling fingers fumbled with his belt, finally opening it. Then she undid the button and pulled down his zipper. Reaching up, she pressed her fingers to his skin and slid them into the waistband of his boxers. Sighing deeply, Beth tugged, dragging his pants and underwear down.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed.
"What's the matter?"
"It's so big."
"Hehe, like that, do ya? Bigger than your husband's?"
"Much. A lot bigger. I never saw one so big."
"Well, sweety, it's all yours." Beth steadied herself as Jim placed a hand on her head while he kicked off his clothes. "Why don't ya get to know it better. Put it in your mouth."
Jim loved the expression on Beth's face when she looked up. He wasn't sure if it was fear or innocence.
"I couldn't. I've never done that," Beth said shyly.
"Well, sweety, I'll tell you what. You do me and I'll do you."
"What do you mean, do me?"
"I'll lick your pussy after you suck my cock."
"That's gross! You won't do that!"
"Hasn't your husband ever done that?"
"No way!"
"You don't know what you've been missing. I think you're going to end up liking this. Now suck my cock."
Jim stared down at the woman on her knees. Her eyes darted between his face and his cock, getting wider each time she looked at the meat dangling before her. Her hand slowly rose, grabbing his cock in her fingertips. Watching her face, Jim saw the hesitation, and then her mouth opened. She looked so unsure, and then her lips locked around his cock. He used every bit of willpower to keep from thrusting his hips forward.
The feeling was unbelievable. Knowing his was the first cock between her sweet lips made it even more pleasurable. The warmth encasing his cock was overpowering, and then something soft pressed against his cock-head. Her tongue was exploring, licking all around the head of his cock. He couldn't help but emit a moan.
Opening his eyes, he saw Beth's upturned face staring at him with saucer eyes. Her lips formed a circle around his cock. Pulling his dick from her mouth, she said, "Did I do it wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"No, sweety, you are doing great. Don't stop."
Looking at the cock in her fingers, Beth rubbed her thumb along the spongy head, slick with her saliva. She seemed to be studying it and Jim wanted to demand that she put it back into her mouth, but the way she was looking at it and fondling it was even better. And then she pressed the cock to her lips and moved her head forward, allowing the hard cock to slide between them. The room filled with slurping noises as she moved her head back and forth more urgently. But then she gagged and pulled away, resting on her hand as she doubled over, choking... coughing... gasping for air.
"Guess I'm just too big," Jim said when she calmed down and breathed normally.
"I'll learn. Wow, it's even bigger now! How big does it get?"
"That's all, sweety. Never seen one that big, huh?"
"No, it's huge. I didn't know they could get that big. Can I suck it some more?"
"Sweety, go ahead."
Her mouth returned to his cock, and Jim watched her move more carefully now. She was learning how much to take without gagging. Forcing his eyes open, Jim watched her lips pucker and heard little smacking sounds. Her cheeks caved in and ballooned as she sucked. "She's a natural. This is the best fuckin' blowjob I ever got." Tingling in his groin signaled the inevitable. Jim grabbed the back of Beth's head with both hands and jerked his hips. Beth's fingers, around the base of Jim's cock, slammed into her lips with each hump.
Jim stopped moving, clutching Beth's blonde hair in a deathlike grip. He looked down, forcing his eyes open. Staring up at him, wide-eyed, was the most innocent face he had ever seen. He continued to watch her as his first load of semen fired into her mouth. Her eyes got larger, and he held on tight when she tried to pull away. And then he fired again, watching the terrified expression in her eyes. After ejaculating once more, Jim felt her mouth contract around his cock knowing she swallowed. Only when his orgasm ended did his fingers release Beth's hair. Stumbling back, Jim collapsed onto the floor breathing hard.
"You did it in my mouth!" Beth shouted, bending over and spitting.
"So?"
"That's disgusting. Yuck!"
"Did it taste so bad?"
Beth stopped spitting and looked at Jim. Her mouth moved as her tongue swirled inside. "I guess not, but it's disgusting anyway."
"You said licking your pussy is disgusting."
"It is. It's dirty down there."
"Well, I'll tell you what. I made you do something disgusting, so it's only fair that I have to do something disgusting too. Get on the couch."
Beth stood, rubbed her red knees, and then walked to the couch. Jim watched her lithe nude form move, pleased with how she had completely submitted. He wondered what her husband was like for Beth to have succumbed to his cock so easily. He had intended to violently rape her, but this was even better.
Beth sat on the edge of the couch, legs pressed together. Her shallow, rapid breaths made her dizzy, but she couldn't stop them. Her eyes widened when Jim stepped up to her and then motioned with a flick of his hand to part her legs. Taking a few deeper breaths, Beth spread her legs. The heat on her cheeks turned them red.
"Okay, when I'm done, you tell me if this is disgusting," Jim giggled.
Dropping to his knees with his hands on Beth's legs, he pushed them apart. Leaning forward, his shoulders brushed against the inside of her thighs, forcing them further apart. The pussy before him was absolutely breathtaking. Light blonde curls covered the meaty lips, becoming denser as they formed the perfect triangle above. The sides were carefully trimmed for wearing a bathing suit. Extending from between the labia were the inner lips -- thin, soft, flexible, and pink.
Pressing his thumbs into the pliant flesh, Jim forced her open. The glistening inside appeared and just a hint of pussy scent filtered up to his nostrils. Jim's tongue appeared as he leaned forward.
"Ohhhh," Beth sighed when Jim's mouth and tongue made contact.
He looked up with a cynical smile. "Did that hurt?"
"No! It was..." Beth lowered her eyelids and her cheeks turned red again.
With the sides of his mouth curling up, Jim leaned forward again and began licking. His tongue drove into the wet pussy and swirled around. Beth's lower body jerked and soon he felt her fingers clutching his hair. His tongue, buried within the slit, moved in long strokes, like a cat licking your face. Beth's body moved more violently now, and then Jim drove his tongue deep into her hole.
"Oh god!" Beth cried out, her hips humping.
Flicking his tongue in and out of the hot pussy, Jim held the squirming woman tight. Keeping his tongue taut and extended, he let Beth fuck herself on it. When her moaning got louder and her movements more erratic, Jim let his tongue slide up and swipe her clit. His eyes were locked on Beth's scrunched face. She was ready. Prying the upper part of her labia apart, her clit popped from its hood. It was shiny like a small pearl. Capturing it between his lips, Jim sucked while flicking his tongue at it.
"No! No! Oh god! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Beth's lower body bucked, smashing her pussy against Jim's face. His cheeks and chin were slick with a combination of his saliva and her juices. But he was relentless and continued to attack her clit with his tongue. That is until his head was pulled back, his scalp slightly stinging where the hairs grew from.
"Stop! No more! Oh god, I can't take any more!"
Sitting on his haunches, Jim's face smiled broadly. Staring up at Beth through her wide open legs, her hands cupped her pussy, squeezing it hard. He had given her a powerful orgasm and his male pride forced his chest to expand.
"So, was that disgusting?" he said gloating.
"My god, I can't believe how it felt. I never... it was wonderful."
"I guess your husband's not too good in the sack."
"Please, let's not talk about that," she said very softly, blushing brightly, eyes lowered.
"Okay. But now for the grand finale."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't think I'm not going to fuck you, do you?"
"You can't! You're too big! My god, you won't fit!"
"Hehe, don't worry, sweety, it'll fit. And if you've never had a cock as big as mine you're in for a treat."
"Can't we just do some more oral?"
Beth's eyes were locked on Jim's fist sliding up and down his hard cock. The panic-stricken look in her eyes made Jim's cock throb all the more. He was ready.
"Look, if it don't fit I won't force it. Okay?"
Beth knew she wasn't going to convince Jim otherwise and slowly nodded her head. Smirking, he stood up. Placing his calloused hands on her knees, he pushed them apart. Leaning forward, his knees resting on the edge of the cushion, he pressed his body against hers. Her tits mashed into his chest. Pushing her hair out of the way, he nibbled on her earlobe while guiding his cock to her pussy. Her warm pussy gripped the head of his cock, the warmth causing his dick to throb.
"No, too big! It's too... Oh!"
With a jerk of his hips, Jim's cock slid in all the way. He didn't understand her complaints, but didn't worry about it. His cock was surrounded by soft warmth, sending tingles in his cock and throughout his body. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen and his cock was inside her, where only her husband's belonged.
Leaning back, Jim looked at Beth's face. His eyes narrowed when he saw her expression, but then her face softened and she pulled his mouth to hers and thrust her tongue inside it. They French-kissed for a while with his cock buried to the hilt inside her warm pussy, and then his hips began moving.
Pulling her head away, Beth cried out, "Oh god, it's good! Yes! Yes! I'm so full. You're hitting places I never felt. Do it! Do it! Fuck me!"
Resting his hands on the couch on either side of Beth's shoulders, Jim leaned back and stared at her face. Her eyes urged him on so he thrust in hard. An "ohh" escaped Beth's lips and her eyes opened wide. He did it again... and again. Soon Beth was pushing back at his thrusts.
Lifting her legs high in the air and wrapping them around Jim's body, Beth said, "Fuck me. Make me cum. Fuck me good. I've never felt anything like this. You're much better than my husband. I'd rather fuck you any time."
Beth's vagina muscles gripped Jim's cock as he fucked her. "The slut loves it. She says I'm better than her husband. She wants to do this again." Jim usually took it slow in the beginning to prolong the fuck, but his ego was inflated and he was going to show Beth that he was the man her husband wasn't. He plowed into her hard and fast.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna... I'm cumming. Oh god, I'm cumming! Aaayyyaaaaa!!!"
Beth's body shook under Jim and her pussy clenched his cock. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth open. She was panting and her legs locked tight around his waist. Jim humped his hips real fast and soon his semen shot into Beth's convulsing pussy.
Jim lay on top of Beth, breathing hard. Her legs went limp, sliding off his body. He pulled out and rolled onto the couch next to her.
After a while, Beth said, "What time is it?"
Looking at his watch, Jim said, "Quarter to five."
"Please, you have to go. My husband will be home soon. I really mean it. If he comes home and sees us we won't be able to do it again."
"Do it again?" Jim said, sitting up.
"Yes, I want to fuck you again. No one's every made me cum the way you do. I must have you again. Please, won't you come back and fuck me more?"
Snickering, Jim said, "Of course. Anytime."
"My husband is going out of town on a business trip in three days. He has a 10 o'clock flight so he'll be leaving the house at eight in the morning. Can you come back here around 10:30? This way I can make sure his plane took off. He always calls me on his cell phone when he's boarding, and then I can call the airline to confirm the plane left. Can you be here? Please?"
"Sweety, I'll be here. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that."
Jim dressed, hugged Beth's nude body, and left. He didn't even steal anything. Walking to his car, Jim whistled.
* * * *
It was three days later, at 7:45 a.m. Jim sat in his car, staring at Beth's house. He was there early, but not because he was impatient, which he was. Jim wanted to make sure her husband was in fact leaving. At 7:55 a cab pulled up and the driver got out. He walked to the front door and rang the bell. Jim leaned forward, staring out the windshield. The front door opened and a tall man handed the cab driver two bags. "Shit, good thing I didn't wait for him to get home. He's big. He'd kick my ass." Beth was in a robe as she hugged her husband who then left in the taxi.
Jim wanted to follow the taxi to the airport, but knew he wouldn't get back in time. And the last thing he wanted was to be late. He watched the taxi get smaller and smaller, and then slouched in his seat with his hands behind his neck. He still had two and a half hours to kill.
Lifting his arm and turning it so the face of his watch showed, Jim watched the secondhand move slower than he had ever seen it before. "Shit, it's just about 10:30. What's fifteen fuckin' minutes? His plane left at 10 anyway." Reaching behind him, he dragged the overnight bag from the backseat. "It's gonna be much better in her big bed. All night. I'm gonna fuck that tramp in every room of her big fuckin' house. The slut loves my cock... well, she's gonna get it in every hole in every room."
Walking up to the front door, Jim looked around. No one was around, not even the two little girls. His eyes momentarily lifted skyward, but didn't even see the hawk. Standing on the front porch, Jim pressed the doorbell and listened to the chime.
The door swung open. Beth stood wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Not what Jim would have liked. He had thought she'd still be in her robe. Shrugging, he stepped into the house. Beth closed the door and Jim grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him. With her hands on his chest, she pushed hard and broke free.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jim said confused. "Oh, ya wanna play like I'm raping you again. Hehe, that's fine with me."
Pouncing on Beth, the two fell to the floor with Jim on top. Beth struggled, kicking and punching. Jim laughed, enjoying the game. However, when the sting of Beth's fingernails raked across his cheek, he raised his arm to strike her.
Strong hands grabbed Jim's forearm and he was yanked back. Stunned, he looked up at the large man holding his arm. Ready to attack, the weight of another strong body hit him in the back and arms circled around him, dragging him to the floor. He struggled, but was no match for the two men and found himself lying on his belly, a hand squishing the side of his face to the carpet, a knee pressed between his shoulder blades, and his arms pulled behind him. The sharp pain of cold metal slapping against his wrist was followed by the soft click of the handcuff closing, and then his other wrist was secured.
"You have the right to remain silent." Confused, Jim twisted his head and looked up at the man towering above him. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
"What the fuck is going on?" Jim shouted.
"You have the right to speak to an attorney, and..."
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"...to have an attorney present during questioning. If you can't..."
"Let me go!" Jim wiggled on the floor, struggling to his feet with his hands cuffed behind him."
The man in the suit waited for Jim to stand and then continued, "If you can't afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense."
Stunned, Jim stared at the man and then turned towards Beth. "Tell them to let me go."
Beth's eyes turned icy and her face tightened. Her lips pressed together as she glared at Jim. "You bastard!" she spat. "You raped me!"
"What! You invited me here. You loved it."
"How could any woman love being forced to have sex? You are a moron."
"But you said you loved me fucking you. That you loved my cock."
"Yeah, I also said you had a big cock." Beth's laugh was cold and evil. "I said that to survive, asshole. You have a pitifully small dick. I could hardly feel you inside me. And I had to fake gagging because you weren't long enough to really choke me."
"Bullshit! You came like a nymphomaniac. You..."
"Do you really think you could give me an orgasm? I wanted to throw up. I faked it, asshole!"
"You'll never get away with this!" Turning to the two policemen, Jim said, "She's lying. She loved it. I didn't rape her."
"We have pictures of her bruised cheek where you slapped her and side where you kicked her. She even has a hairline fracture in one rib. And the sperm you left in her is in the DNA lab. You're going to jail for rape."
"No, this can't be happening. I'm an innocent victim. She's lying. She loved it. She wanted me to come back. She told me so."
Beth was too quick for anyone to react. Her foot swung up between Jim's legs. The pain in his groin caused him to stop breathing. Dropping to his knees, he then collapsed onto the floor, lifting his knees to his chest and moaning in agony, all the while with his hands cuffed behind his back. Rocking back and forth on the floor, he couldn't even rub his soreness like Beth had been able to do when he kicked her.
"Like you said, 'you hurt me and I hurt you.' See you in court, sweety," Beth snickered as they dragged Jim out the door.
THE END
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