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"Hank, NO!"

She had just time to yell before he was on her, tearing at her,
seizing her wrists as she pummeled her fists against the cords of
muscles on his chest. He seized her wrists and forced them wide apart,
causing her full fleshy breasts to spread and rise nakedly. The
terrified young wife turned her head away from the blasts of stale
alcohol on his breath as he easily pulled her to him. His strength was
total and terrible to Kim, for she knew she was as helpless as an
infant in his grasp.

She felt the hard, hotly throbbing tip of his cock against the silken
triangle at the pit of her belly and she pushed her buttocks out and
away, contracting from the fearful sexual thing. Hank yanked her torso
close and tightly clasped her around the shoulders, pinning her arms
to her side and crushing her naked, fearfully heaving breasts against
his iron-hard chest. He looked over one shoulder and saw the way she
was sticking her firmly fleshed buttocks out, the way the creamy white
cheeks pulled apart to reveal the depth of the crevice between them.
He thought he could even glimpse her tightly puckered little anus as
she struggled to pull away from him.

"Hank, I'll yell for help! I mean it!"

He seemed to relax as he looked over her shoulder and down her
curving, concave back that was arching again as she struggled to hold
him up and, at the same time, pull her loins away from his thick
poker-like penis that seemed hot enough to burn her flesh. She thought
she could still feel the seared place where it had touched her
stomach. She squirmed her buttocks back further, unaware she was
exciting him all the more. He looked at the smoothly rippling cheeks
of her ass and thought of baby fat. Like a young teenager with that
firm, sensually soft baby fat!

With a roar, the drunken engineer was over her, twisting her and
sending her sprawling nakedly backwards on the bed. He fell on top of
her with a crash that made little stars arc and explode in the room
before her eyes as she felt the breath knocked out of her and pain,
like a network of nerves, spread through her chest and stomach.

With a roar, he was on top of her and his brutal wet mouth cut off her
scream and locked on hers, crushing her pulpy full lips, hurting them,
bruising them, as he ground down and his hotly thick tongue exploded
into her mouth. She fought to catch her breath, thinking she would gag
or suffocate. She felt his full weight and the long hot hardness of
his cock pulsating in her fearfully cringing belly.

Tears were in her eyes, dimming the scene as he forced her long
slender legs apart, bruising, pinching the silky skin of her inner
thighs. He forced her legs wider still until muscle cords stood out
like flesh-colored cables along her inner thighs. With all her
strength, she pulled her mouth free from his and sobbed, "For God's
sake, Hank, stop! You're killing me!"

A stinging slap was his only answer. She never saw the blow, only felt
it and felt it sponge into her face, numbing her with pain. She gasped
for air and sobbed, thinking she would pass out... almost hoping for
unconsciousness.

With a grunt, he shifted his weight and seized the stunned young
wife's wrists again, forcing them up and back over her head, causing
her naked breasts to stand out ripe, jiggling before his face. His
savagely voracious mouth fed on them again, tearing at them. She felt
his cock, the head of it, like some mammoth wild thing at the entrance
to her tightly tensed vagina, and she shut her eyes and tightly
contracted her vaginal muscles in an effort to prevent penetration -
prevent this brutal drunken rape of her tender femaledom.

"AAAAaaaaggghhhaaaa!!!"

The thick mighty head plowed forward, easily spreading her pulpy,
softly wet vaginal lips. They parted under the sheer power of his
thrust. Hank lifted his torso and looked down between their nakedly
entwined bodies. His cock was poised, its sheath pulled back tight
over the head that was almost a deep maroon color from the blood that
throbbed in it. The lust-swollen head was almost covered by the
flushing, pretty pink pussy lips that had reluctantly parted to make
room for his invading cudgel. Laughing drunkenly, the engineer
released her wrist and raked his fingernails across her stomach,
feeling her softly defenseless flesh giving while she sobbed and tried
to hit his face with her free hand. "Hank, you've gone crazy. Stop!"

He seized her wrist again with an agile, almost indifferent speed and
forced it back over her head and raised his torso once more. Four
wavering pink lines were raising on her belly where he had scratched
her. The lines seemed to point like directional arrows toward the
proud, defenselessly trembling swollen lips of her little cunt lips
that were so sensuously curved and puckered, almost like a mouth. Her
entire vagina was a vivid pink color as he thrust his massive
cock-head against the lips and he saw them part, fold inward under the
force of his entry. He saw the distended pink nib of her little
clitoris proudly standing, revealed between her swelling vaginal lips,
erect and sensitive in its own little oiled valley.

Again, he gave a laugh that ended in a snort. He thrust again, and the
captive young wife cried out as his cock ran in like a thick tree
stump disappearing into her soft, hotly quivering cunt.

Kim felt her legs spread even more painfully apart and she gave out
another bird-like cry of distress as the total brutal thrust of his
hard dominating cock into her helplessly stretched pussy forced her
buttocks to roll under and her legs to fly up in the air. He began
pumping with his hips with an ox-like strength, brutally and lewdly
fucking in and out of her cunt, sawing away with his wet, glistening
penis so thick and veined.

Hank's fucking was brutal and wild and his hands were all over her as
he pinched and massaged her nakedly quivering breasts, leaving
scratches on her stomach and bruises, deep and purple, on her
shoulders and breasts. He was virtually raping her and she could do
nothing to stop him. Her mind was near hysteria, but she really didn't
want to scream and get outside help. She didn't want people to know
her husband was like this. Trying to reason with him was like trying
to reason with an ape in heat.

Each savage thrust was hurting her now, jolting her naked young body,
as he pounded his massively pulsating hardness home, its head banging
up against her cervix, causing her to wince with each stroke. He was
mauling her body painfully, digging his finger nails into her softly
fleshed buttocks and tearing her legs further apart. He was fucking
her so hard that the force of his thrust was shoving her across the
bed and her head was thumping against the headboard.

Kim never stopped struggling... or pleading, but her voiced protests
were as futile as her squirming. Abruptly, as one of her hands flailed
out, she touched something cold and metallic. It was a flashlight. It
was no strange thing to have next to the bed in Carmel. During the
winter, there was much rain and wind and trees would topple, bringing
down power lines, and homes would be without light or electricity for
hours on end. This was an inconvenience Carmelites gladly suffered,
preferring to have their trees, their forest, instead of safe power
lines. 

Her hand closed around the heavy flashlight and she gripped it,
wondering if she dare hit her husband---this drunken rapist atop her
tortured body.

Hank was fucking her as hard as he could now with his arms straight
down at his sides and his fingers digging into the soft white flesh of
her buttocks. Savagely, obscenely, his fingers probed and slid into
the sweat-slickened crevice between her ass cheeks. He was hurting her
as he felt for her anus. His outstretched middle finger stabbed at the
rubbery, tightly puckered anal ring, his fingernail cutting in deep,
sending a sharp stinging pain searing through her nerve system. Kim's
face contorted and she sobbed again. It was decided for her: she
raised the heavy flashlight, gripped it tightly in her hand and held
it above her head. Then, closing her eyes, she swung with all her
might. She heard a "thunk," a sound like someone thumping a ripe
watermelon. The flashlight bounced off Hank's head and was torn from
her hand by the force of the blow. She heard the glass lens shatter as
the flashlight fell on the bed and onto the floor.

Hank paused for a split-second, seeming not to move a muscle or take a
breath. It was as if he had frozen and was expectantly listening for
some alien sound. Then, he gave a mottled, choking cry, pulled his
hands free, and feebly tried to hold his head. He pulled back from
her, weaving, his eyes squeezed shut, his face and mouth twisted in a
drunken grimace. Both his hands were on the top of his head as if he
were trying to hold his skull on, as though he were trying to stop it
from blowing up. "Goddamn it," he said thickly. He pulled away, and
his still massively erect cock came out of her cunt with an obscenely
wet plopping sound. 



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