======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.texas.net!imci2!imci3!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!news.ios.com!ppp-26.ts-3.la.idt.net!user From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: BehdBarn (4/7) "Behind The Barn" Date: Wed, 03 Apr 1996 08:58:32 -0700 Organization: Internet Online Services Lines: 488 Message-ID: <grobert-0304960858330001@ppp-26.ts-3.la.idt.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp-26.ts-3.la.idt.net Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:144060 by a hot coal. The high sprawling ottoman blocked her effort to draw away, and there was nothing she could do but submit. Mike's fingers were worming mercilessly up between the tender globes, holding her painfully in place. Sandra felt resistance drain from her. Her body was helpless, to be used as he desired - the responsibility was out of her control. Mike ran his hands slowly up her smooth inner thigh all the way to the hair-lined lips of her moistened cunt. "Mmmmm ..." he slavered, his balls tingling with renewed excitement. There was something luridly arousing about the submissively kneeling posture of his wife, and he felt a soaring feeling of power as he sensed her terrified acquiescence. His palms spread over the smooth glossy ass- cheeks, cupping them firmly and slowly pulling them even further apart. The skin around her anus was straining outward as he pulled tighter and his fingers probed sharply at the puckered little ring like punishing electric needles. "C'mon," he rasped bitterly, "spread 'em wide, real wide!" Sandra moaned under her husband's crude demand. She tried weakly to flare her buttocks, to do what he asked her, ever fearful of arousing his violent temper. Mike continued to tease at the puckered little circle with his finger, relishing her agonized cringe against the unnatural contact, while his other hand kneaded without mercy at the soft buttock mounds. Bending his reddened face downward, he lashed out with his long moist tongue, and swept it along the length of the quivering crevice, leaving a shimmering wet salival path between her trembling globes. Sandra couldn't control a shudder of revulsion on feeling his tongue there, and she could barely suppress a gasp as he suddenly bit viciously into her pliant buttocks, covering the soft sensitive flesh with sharp little bites. Then his pointed tongue was probing at the tiny exposed anal mouth, testing and teasing, trying to stretch the tightly-clenched, unyielding ring of her asshole. "Oh my God, my God," Sandra sobbed, why is he doing that to me? Is this really my own husband torturing me like this? Mike was jubilant when he heard her fresh sobs. That'll teach the little bitch to play games with me, he thought venomously, suddenly ripping down the zipper of his pants, and releasing the long swollen length of his lust-hardened cock. He sighed with relief from the feeling of freedom as the hotly throbbing rod jutted up proudly in the air. Stretching the straining white buttocks even more, he lay the full length of the palpitating member between her open ass-globes, resting the smooth bloated head against the tight little opening of her anus. Gleefully, he began to slide his heavy protuberance up and down the exposed brownish valley, a drop of premature semen lubricating the hungrily searching tip. He placed the swollen head of his blood-engorged penis against the small hairless opening, and aided by his insistent fingers, the giant rod began to push and buffet against her nakedly defenseless rectum. Although she tried to suppress the nauseating thought, Sandra was struck by the realization of what her husband had in mind for her. He was going to try to sink his huge hardened penis into her rectum! IT WOULD KILL HER! How could she take it? It would tear her in half - the pain would drive her out of her mind. And worst of all was the realization that her husband was really capable of this depraved act! Her dazed thoughts ran back to those horrible photographs. Etched on her mind irrevocably was the image of his animalistic penetration anally of that lewd blonde - the look of debased pleasure on her face. Sandra shivered in revulsion and as she did, her tiny puckered sphincter brushed against her husband's rock-hard prick, electrifying her with the insistent reality of her own shamefully kneeling position. Tears ran from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. She began to sob, low whining sounds, and struggled weakly to release her behind from her husband's sadistic grip. "Shut up and hold still!" Mike snarled, and Sandra forced a stop to the convulsive quivering of her body. With a sudden, vicious lunge, Mike tried to shove his hot, throbbing prick through the tight rubbery opening. But it wouldn't go! It was too big! It pushed harshly against the unyielding membrane and Mike cursed softly at his momentary defeat. Sandra was shaking; she couldn't expect any escape from the depraved act that was to be performed on her. She only clenched shut her eyes, trying not to think, hoping that whatever was going to happen to her, would happen fast and be over with. For the very first time in her married life, she was desperately, deathly afraid of her husband, and she quaked under her terrifying fear. Her face was numb from being pressed down into the leather and her whole body ached from the cramped awkwardness of her position. For a moment, a split second, she had been relieved that his huge penis had failed to pierce her anal passage, and had nurtured the faint hope that he would give up his disgusting intention. But he was trying again! "AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH ...! ! Oh God, stop it!" A blinding, tearing pain shot up her back bone. She felt a slight popping sensation at her anus and ... OH GOD, HE WAS IN! Her own husband was raping her rectum! The startling pain took away her breath. The stretching, groping in her back passage was unbearable - as if someone were trying to plug her up back there with a huge barrel cork. Mike was surprised at the virginal tightness of her anal passage. He hadn't expected so much resistance and his anger had steadily mounted as his patience drained away. His hard insistent cock was demanding satisfaction, and now he had finally inserted it just inside the tight rubbery circle. The lust-maddened husband lurched forward again, sinking more of the enormous shaft into his wife's tiny tortured rectum. "UUUGGGHhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn ... oh no! NOOOOooooooo ..." Sandra's pelvis bucked and jerked against her husband's maniacal impalement, the barbaric pain giving her new strength. Futilely, she twisted and gyrated, trying to shake off the brutal skewering of her flesh, but Mike only grinned lasciviously and inserted his massive cock farther into her inflamed back passage, drilling mercilessly up the virginal channel. Violent, shattering pain racked Sandra's body and choked sobs caught raspingly in her throat. She was hopelessly caught on his merciless rod. Mike pulled at her hips in a relentless, inflexible grip, flexing his loins as he inched even deeper into her tightly resisting sheath. She squirmed desperately, tugging her severed asscheeks away from his granite- hard member, but her struggles only helped to bury the devastation of the advancing cock further into her agonized rectal canal. The stiff circumference of her husband's cock stretched the tender ring of her ass until it seemed to clutch in helpless desperation at the huge pole and suck it even deeper into its violated interior. "Oh Mike, please stop! please stop ... I can't stand it!" she sobbed piteously. But Mike only gritted his teeth, and with a final savage grunt, ground the full length of his monstrous shaft into her tortured passage. He had buried the full length of the elongated rod in her soft, brutalized flesh! Mike hesitated for a second, enjoying the tight, inflamed throbbing of his wife's sensitively throbbing rectum around his deeply imbedded prick. Then he began a slow, abrasive pulling out of the extended shaft. His withdrawal along the stolen path brought fresh moans of new pain from his tormented wife, pulling it out until just the swollen bulbous head alone remained engulfed by the clinging flesh of her ass. Then, closing his eyes in lustful pleasure, he once again rammed its merciless bulk into her now forever stretched anal channel, feeling the smooth buttery cheeks of her whitely rounded buttocks settle quiveringly around his hardening balls, as he once more sunk every inch of it in her tortured depths. He began a slow sawing motion in and out of her, the movement becoming easier as her distended rectum relaxed a little and allowed his rummaging cock to pursue its bestial rape. Sandra moaned and whimpered as he sodomized her, her body lost in a labyrinth of pain. She had never felt so totally abased and humiliated in her life. Not even Sam, the hired hand's, lustful fingerfucking of her naked vagina compared to the ignominy of this horrible anal rape by her own husband. She wished that the ground would swallow her up, because she didn't think she could ever hold her head up again. Mike continued his illicit fucking, his pile-driving pelvis pounding against her upturned backside, his leaden penis churning deeper and deeper into the softness of her violated interior, slapping his loins against her wet buttocks, his mind lost in the abandoned perversity of the vicious anal fucking he was giving her. His breath stiffened and he began to gasp in short rasping snorts. His cock ached beyond belief and seemed to inflate even more as the sperm, boiling in his steaming, writhing balls, clamored for release. The massive rod began to slice faster and faster in and out of the wide stretched rectum, and Sandra tried to ease the cramped muscles of her buttocks, to lessen if she could the excruciating pain. She felt her husband's hands clutch even more convulsively into her now slightly bruised buttocks, roaming over her hips. His pelvic thrusts pounded wildly against her numbed and flattened ass cheeks hard against her hip bones as he began to shout strange growling sounds, mingled with threats and lewd obscenities. His body stiffened, swivelled only at the hips, his toes dug against the floor. "Hump back, bitch ... move your fucking goodie, goodie ass ..." He shrieked insanely through tightly clenched teeth. "Oh God, I'm cumming now, I'm cuummmiiinnnggg in your asshole ...!!! AAAGGGHHHHHHH ...!!" He buffeted against her, a final breathtaking clap of flesh against flesh, his lust-stiffened rod knifing into unfathomed depths of her agonized rectum. A scalding white-hot stream of liquid shot into her hotly clenching anus, searing the mercilessly ravaged membrane. He jerked against her like a rag doll shook by an angry child, her thighs and buttocks crushed by the violence of his final assault, as he emptied the full measure of his thick burning semen into her forever-stretched anal passage. Then he fell forward, flattening the lovely curves of his wife's body under his distended bulk. She lay there, dry sobs convulsing her as his softening penis slid out of her wet, sperm-flooded anus, feeling soiled, dirtied forever by her husband's vengeful attack on her helpless anus, her bowels gurgling slightly from the heated pool of it he had hosed up into her. Chapter 5 Sandra lavishly applied the black eyeliner, rimming her clear green eyes heavily. Coupled with the woody brown eye shadow she had smoothed onto her eyelids, she had achieved a stunning effect, and her eyes had a hazy, smouldering look. Several coats of black mascara on her long dark lashes completed her eye make-up, and she decided to have another cup of coffee before putting on her lipstick. She poured herself a cup from the still-simmering coffee pot, and added a liberal dash of brandy. She liked the combination, and felt herself beginning to relax as she leaned back against her chair, relishing the steaming aromatic brew. It was her third such cup already this morning, and she was glad that she had decided to add brandy, because its tranquilizing effect was salve to her troubled soul. She knew she was also feeling a little better because Mike would be out for the day, supervising the laying down of a new electric fence at the boundary of their property. The last few days had been hell for Sandra. Mike had tried several times to make up with her, apologizing for his dreadful behavior, but somehow, Sandra felt she had passed the point of no return. She felt a shudder of revulsion every time she looked at her husband, and the memory of the bestial anal assault he had perpetrated on her seared her brain like a branding iron, giving no respite to her jumbled thoughts of revenge and hate. She had retreated into herself since that terrible evening, refusing to listen to his feeble explanations, her hurt and disgust feeding and strengthening the anger that was germinating inside her, a slow, seething anger that wouldn't be appeased quickly. This morning again, just before he left for the day, Mike had lost his temper with her once more. "All right, have it your way!" he'd yelled, "If you want to sulk like a child, go ahead. But don't expect me to get down on my hands and knees to you." "And don't forget, you're not exactly a model wife yourself!" he'd hurled at her as he slammed the door. His last rebuke had stung most of all. Her husband had bit nearer the truth than he'd imagined. Her record wasn't exactly spotless, she thought bitterly, remembering her unadulterated ecstasy as Sam Maguire had fingered her freely in the secret confines of her eager vagina. A shudder ran through her now as she involuntarily relived the scraping, titillating feel of his coarsened fingers as they slid up the tight, contracting sheath of her cuntal passage, how his hard hand felt as it squeezed mercilessly on her breasts, evoking a strange sort of pleasure through the unbearable pain. Many times during the past week, Sandra had puzzled over her mind and body's acquiescence to his lewd handling, wondering, in the clear light of following days, how she could have let herself give in to him. She realized that he had thrown her completely off balance by his disclosure that he had watched her through the office window as she had made herself experience orgasmic release with her own fingers, and also the fact that he seemed to be intimately familiar with those pornographic pictures had stunned her. But she forced herself to admit that in addition, he had overpowered her by his self-assurance, and his crude masculine way of dominating her. Again she felt a tingle chill her spine as she recalled his roughness with her, his complete disregard for her expressed feelings. There was something perversely exciting to her, she acknowledged now as she finished her coffee, in the way he had treated her, even abused her. There was little pinpricks of fire niggling between her legs and she realized that she had been grinding her pubic region down unconsciously against the upholstery of the chair in a lewd rhythmic motion. She stood up, swaying a little and had to steady herself against the table. Her head felt pleasantly afloat, and her body felt warm and light. She made her way back to the bedroom, and hurriedly applied a vivid splash of lipstick and ran her brush through her gleaming hair. She had no clear idea of what she was going to do, but the thought foremost in her mind was a desire for revenge. She had to retaliate on Mike for the unforgiveable thing he had done to her! There was something else, too, a gnawing aching emptiness deep inside her, like a worm eating away at her. Her body felt restless and taut, and she knew it was because she had not made love for several weeks. She had become accustomed to regular sexual intercourse during the years of her marriage and her body was reacting to this neglect. Mike wasn't interested in her anymore, that was obvious. But Sam was! There was no denying that the farm worker was definitely interested in her and her flagging ego in its desperation found the thought not unattractive. She suddenly longed for masculine attention, a little appreciation of her as a woman, even a little flirting! Almost without realizing it, she wandered out of the house and found herself in the yard. The brightness of the sun seared her eyes and made her feel a trifle dizzy, but she became accustomed to it after a few moments and began to feel better. She was wearing a light cotton knit dress which she knew was too short for her, really, falling as it did to just the top of her thighs. The light material stretched tightly across her full, unconfined breasts, and she knew that the horizontal stripe pattern added to the general provocativeness of the dress. She found, to her mingled dismay and surprise, that she was almost desperately looking for Sam, her eyes darting back and forth among the scattered outbuildings, trying to catch a glimpse of his burly figure. He was no where in sight, and feeling a pang of disappointment, Sandra began to head back for the house. What do I care if I see him or not? I'm not interested in a mere farm worker, she told herself, walking slowly in the direction of the house. Then she heard his voice, calling the dog, coming from the direction of the barn where the recently calved cows were housed. Her heart began to pound in her ribcage, and she had to stop herself from running over to the shed. What's come over me? she asked herself, acting like a lovesick teenager! She stood in the doorway, and peered around in the dim interior. "Morning, Mrs. Peters!" Sam's gruff voice rang out, and the dog suddenly rushed up to her, sniffing excitedly at her ankles, his big shaggy tail wagging furiously. "Down, King, Sam ordered, and the friendly collie crept away unhappily, and lay down by Sam's feet. "Hello, Sam," Sandra replied, her voice stiff and unnatural. Her hands felt clammy, and she was sure there were beads of perspiration on her face. I shouldn't have come here! She fought to control a wave of fear which was swelling inside her, the man's quietness, the still, dusky interior of the barn, frightening her unreasonably. "That's some dress you're wearing, Ma'am," Sam praised, and Sandra found herself flushing. "T-thank you, Sam," she floundered, not knowing what to say. "Well, what can I do for you this morning?" Sam drawled, an arrogant note in his voice. Sandra could only see the glowing tip of his cigarette - the rest of him was lost in the murkiness of the barn. It irritated her that he could see her clearly, silhouetted against the doorway, and exasperated, she stepped inside. She almost stumbled, her feet unaccustomed to the deceptive softness of the straw, and she had to put a hand out on the rough wall to steady herself. "Are you all right?" Sam asked, and Sandra froze when she realized that his voice was closer, much closer. Her eyes were dazzled by the brilliant sunshine and she just couldn't see a thing! "W-where are you?" she asked in a small voice, fear suddenly taking hold of her again. "AAAGGGHHHHHHH ... ! ! !" Sandra screamed as she felt strong hard arms around her, clasping her tightly, and then tobacco-scented breath hot on her face. "Stop it! Let me go!" she hissed, struggling desperately to escape as her courage to go through with her plan faded in her mind. Then his mouth was on hers, his lips bruising against hers in a sweltering unrelenting kiss, his tongue, wet and hard pressing against her teeth, forcing entry, coupling lewdly with her own mutinous tongue. Sandra was fighting for breath as just as suddenly as she had begun, she ceased to struggle under the farm worker's illicit embrace. All fight went from her body, and as her fear diminished, she realized that she was beginning to enjoy being grasped roughly in her husband's employee's arms, to enjoy his hard grinding kiss on her tender lips. His tongue swirled around in her velvety mouth, and he was crushing her breasts against his chest, and Sandra could feel the hem of her tight dress riding up on her hips. She gasped as she felt Sam's knee pry apart her thighs, and then moaned involuntarily as she felt the bony kneecap rub unremittingly against the burning zone of her vagina. His crude caress awoke the sparks that had kindled in her sensitive pussy earlier that morning and she found herself grinding her throbbingly warm flesh against the hardness of his knee. It seemed to her as if the kiss lasted an eternity, and then, abruptly, he threw her down on a bed of straw, and Sandra fell clumsily, her legs sprawling uncontrollably. Sam smiled to himself as he stared for a moment at the spreadeagled woman. He caught an enticing gleam of white panties up between her legs as she fell, and a shiver of anticipation coursed through him. His eyes were riveted on the expanse of smooth milky thigh which be could see clearly, accustomed as he was to the dim light, and his prick gave an excited spasm. His mouth was on fire from the passion of their kiss, and it was all he could do to restrain himself from pouncing on her and taking her right then and there. But he had other plans for his boss' hot pants little wife. He knew right away what was on her mind when he had seen her standing in the doorway, barely covered in that scrap of a dress, her face painted like some street slut. She wants cock, that's what she wants, even if she's fightin' it, and ol' Sam is only too ready to oblige the boss' wife! Sandra lay panting on the ground, her dress still askew, hardly daring to move. She felt helpless. His kiss had overwhelmed her, and although she wanted to get up and run from this dreadful place, she just couldn't. She quivered as she felt his hands on her again, feeling, squeezing, caressing, running down the length of her flattened body, sending coarse shivers of pleasure rippling through her awakening flesh. She sucked in her breath as she felt the roughness of his palm on her naked thigh, felt it slither up the smooth creamy skin, realized that his fingers were tugging at the soft flimsy material of her panties. Her head was spinning, the brandy she had gulped down taking a loosening carefree effect on her. She found her hips arching, to help him ease off the thin nylon panties, and in a daze, she felt them sliding down over her hips and thighs to her ankles, where they were discarded in a useless little heap on the hay. "Mmmmmmmm ..." she sighed as she felt his thick fingers graze against the softness of her palpitating pussy lips, felt their tips dip against the growing moistness of her velvet soft folds. She felt his hot breath as he peered down at her, and then he plunged his middle finger into the wet, viscous hole of her trembling cunt, and she jackknifed against him, her legs shooting out on either side, to allow his invading fingers deeper and easier access to the mounting furnace of her tight hot pussy. His fingers grovelled around in the slippery channel of her cunt, drubbed the hardened knob of her blood-filled clitoris, searched and probed among the secret wet crevices and creases of her nubile young vagina. Her entire body felt aflame, and she was lost in lust, oblivious of the fact of how lewdly she was sprawled on the straw, how obscenely she spread her legs to allow the workman to allow. It was what she wanted, the feel of male hands on her body, to feel the rising beat in every pore of her flesh which signalled the coming of the climax for which her love-starved body craved. She didn't really care whose hands were manipulating her crotch, whose fingers were whirling around inside her buttery-soft cuntal sheath. She didn't care what happened! All she wanted was the joyous ecstasy of release, and oh God, she was going to get it! Sam smirked down at the twitching, writhing body spread out below him. God, the high and mighty little bitch is really getting hot, she's really ready for it now! Let's see what she thinks of the surprise Uncle Sammy has for her ... He withdrew his fingers from the excitedly pulsating lips of her pussy and he heard her gasp with disappointment. "Oh please, don't stop now ... I'm nearly there ..." the passion- wracked woman sighed piteously. Sam gave a laughing leer, and then snapped out: "Here, King!" Sandra, in the throes of her thwarted orgasm, heard uncomprehendingly Sam's command, and felt near to tears from her so nearly won climax. Oh, if only he hadn't stopped ... Then, it started again! Only this time, it was a thick wet tongue, warm and curling, that was slavering along the quivering folds of her passion-inflated pussy, sending eddies of new pleasure drifting through her. She felt a momentary stab of horror at the thought of a tongue licking so intimately up between her open legs, but it was lost in the wave of pleasure which engulfed her, and eagerly, she thrust her pelvis upward, grinding her bare bottom against the straw, bumping in crude tempo with the frantic licking of the demonic tongue. "Oh God Sam, it feels so good, so good she sighed, unable to control the spasms of ecstasy convulsing her. She had to have more of it, she had to have that tongue deeper inside her, had to feel it in every tiny nerve end of her excitedly flooding pussy ... Savagely, her hands reached down to force his face further and harder down on the burning fulcrum of her body ... Instead of Sam's wiry red hair, her hands met with soft silky fur, long, satin-haired ears ... "OH GOD NOOOOOOOOO ..." Her scream shattered the silence of the barn as it reverberated throughout the high-ceilinged shed. Realization dawned, followed by an immediate retching nausea, on the lust-demented woman. Too late she remembered Sam's command, "Here, King!" Suffocated with repulsion, she realized the truth. The dog was crouching down between her thighs licking her vagina! Sam was delighted with the progress of his plan. He derived a perverse thrill from watching the golden shape crouched between his proud screaming boss' wife's legs, watching the shivers of ecstasy which still lingered, despite her almost insane revulsion at the act being performed on her. "Attaboy, King!" Sam praised, proud of the trick he had taught the willing dog. "For God's sake, Sam, make him stop ... please ..." the desperate woman wailed, but even as she did so, new spasms of unbelievable sensation were twisting her into incredible knots of sensual fervour. She couldn't help it! It was too late for the revulsion and horror in her mind to register with the rebellion in her body. It was too late! "OOOOOhhhhhhhh, keep sucking ... keep succckkkiiinngg!!" Her hands dashed down again and entangled themselves in the golden fur on the dog's head, pressing his nose and swirling tongue further into the wet, tangled flesh of her throbbing pussy. She felt the cold wet nose press against the maddened bulb of her clitoris, felt his hairy shoulders rub against her sensitive inner thighs. The dog was licking her pussy, and she was loving it, and she was going to cum! "AAAAAAZHHHHHHHHHH ... Ohmygod, I'm there ... I'm ... cuummmmiiinnnggggg ..." Her shrieks rang out, and desperately she ground her pussy down against the wet, lubricant soaked snout of the laboring animal, her thighs closing in his head like a scissors, her buttocks mashing uncontrollably against the hay, as wave after hot flushing wave of tremendous pleasure washed over her, bringing her back again and again to the shore of calmness, only to toss her once more in a raging sea of her unleashed desire. Finally, the cumming was over, and the dog slunk away from the widespread legs of the exhausted woman, and padded over to Sam, who gave him a perfunctory pat on his moistened head. "Good boy, King," Sam beamed, his own prick a hardened lump of lust- inflated flesh. His teeth bared in a sadistic leer, he headed over to where the dazed woman was panting, trying to get her breathing back to normal. "Are you ready for me now, babe?" be rasped, hovering over her. "Get away from me!" Sandra screamed with vitriolic suddenness, her hands reaching up for Sam's face. He tried to slip to one side, but her nails caught his cheek, raking it savagely, leaving four red weals of crimson blood in their wake. "You little bitch!" Sam spat, "Now, I'm really gonna teach you a lesson ..." But fear made Sandra agile, and she leaped nimbly to her feet, heedless of her discarded shoes and panties, forgetting to pull down her dress, and dashed towards the doorway, anxious only to escape this lewd monster who had subjected her to such a debasing ordeal. But the farm hand, too, was quick, and before she reached the safety of the doorway, she felt his hand close viciously over her wrist. "Oh, leave me alone ..." she sobbed helplessly, "let me go ..." She tried to struggle, but it was useless. Sam was much the stronger of the two, and he pinned her cruelly against the wall. "Now, my haughty beauty," he snarled, "you'll have to make up to me for this," his hand pointing towards his painful scratches. "Take your filthy hands off me!" she screamed, revulsion shuddering through her. "WAAAGGGHHHHHHH ..." she screamed suddenly as she felt the full weight of his open palm against her face. Tears sprung to her eyes and cascaded down her face, stinging her smarting cheek. "I'm sorry, Sam," she sobbed desperately, "please let me go." "Don't forget it's my turn now! King had his chance," he snickered, "now it's mine!" "Oh please Sam, I couldn't take any more ..." Sam's only answer was to wrench her dress higher still, and run his hands down the quivering curve of her hips. She trembled under his rough touch and tried to cringe against the cold cement of the wall, her soft ovoid buttocks squashing against the hard surface. Terrified, she heard the whirr of his zipper and then she heard Sam grunt. "Look at what I've got for you, bitch!" he spat, and involuntarily, Sandra's eyes dropped. In the semi-darkness she could just make out the herculean erection of his bulging prick, and she couldn't suppress a gasp. "Like it, eh?" he snarled, pressing closer, and then, Sandra felt the slightly moistened head rub against her thigh, hard and rubbery and relentless. Oh God, help me ... she sobbed inwardly, shrinking helplessly against the wall. She felt his hot breath coating her face and then his knee was forcing itself between her clamped-together thighs, prying them apart. She tried to hold them together, but couldn't. She moaned aloud as she felt the hard rubbery head of his bulbous cock jut against her quivering vaginal flesh, still moist and tingling from her so recent ecstatic release. Lewdly, he teased the tip around the fleshy, blood-swollen outer lips, nudging her tender membrane unbearably, parting the softly curling pubic hair and guiding the monstrous erection inexorably towards the small, trembling opening to her quaking body. Sam held his aching prick poised against her sensitive little cuntal hole, his eyes bulging at the sight of the frightened, shaking woman in his power. He loved the feeling of mastery which he had, the knowledge that he held in his hand the instrument which would he was sure, subjugate her completely to his will. He couldn't believe it was really happening at last, that his proud mistress was forced to bend to his wish. Now, he'd pay her back for her nose-in-the-air attitude, show her that he was a man, after all, and not just an automaton working on the farm. Yes, he'd show her ... and with a brutal snarl, he lurched forward. "AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH ... Oh stop it, please stop it, it hurts, it hurtttsss ..." Sandra's hips thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge the huge, hardened rod of driving male flesh which had succeeded in penetrating her, the hard