SOME LIKE IT DIFFERENT

			 by

			POC

			

Linda Martin Sanders is a lovely woman at thirty-two with natural red 

hair and only a moderate amount of freckles normally associated with 

most true redheads, and she is also fortunate enough not to be nearly 

as sensitive to the harsh rays of the sun as most other fair skinned 

people, as she does so enjoy being outdoors.



She stands a smart five feet seven inches tall and had been endowed 

with what men consider blessed, and most woman (with them), 

considered cursed, with ample breasts. Her breasts measure forty 

two Ds, and have been a minor social problem for her ever since high 

school days. Before getting to know her most high school boy's  just 

assumed she was an 'easy lay.' After all anybody built like she was 

just had to be an 'easy lay' right? Thinking back on it now, perhaps it 

was only wishful thinking on their part. 



If nothing else it had been difficult in the early years after she started 

to blossom. It was even difficult to discern if a young suitor really 

wanted to date her, or just wanted to score. In later years a mans true 

intent became much easier to recognize. 



Summing it up, in Linda's mind large breasts were without question 

not a blessing, they had made growing up a more difficult task, they 

were uncomfortable (especially in the summer) they made buying a 

swim suit that looked good next too impossible, and she had even been 

told by a doctor once that they could be a cause for back problems. The 

back problem thing had been confirmed lately by the occasional back 

ache she incurred from time to time. That same doctor had mildly 

suggested reduction surgery, but withstanding all of the penalties she 

had never really considered the reduction surgery a serious option, 

even now into adult life, where working around men was without fail 

wearisome at times, there were other times when they were okay. Yeah, 

other times they were quite okay. Still, Linda on occasion did wish men 

didn't have such a damn fixation with breasts.



  Linda maintained a slim waist at twenty eight inches, and nicely 

trimmed hard thighs below her compact thirty six inch hips. Keeping 

her body in shape was not inherent however, she had to work at it at 

least three times a week to fend off that 'over thirty flab' that permeated 

inside of everything she enjoyed eating. Linda was also very proud 

of the fact that during her six years of marriage she had not allowed her 

figure to 'go-to-hell-in-a-hand-basket'. She had worked to stay fit the 

entire time, and then that son-of-a-bitch she had married went and 

screwed around with that cheesy little slut at his office. Linda never 

could fully understand that, the girl was such a mousy little shit. Well 

go figure....



After discovering her spouse was having the long time ongoing affair 

with the mousy office Bimbo, life turned into a very mentally stressful 

divorce. Linda like so many other women had little, if any tolerance of 

her mate screwing around, especially considering she had remained 

absolutely faithful to all her marriage vows. That had been a little over 

a year ago and Linda was doing better now. 



 Linda still lived in the large two story home Ron and she had planned on 

raising a family in. Now after the divorce it was certainty much too large 

for a single person but it was all she had gotten out of the marriage, and 

somehow it pleased her knowing 'he' had to help pay for it. The income 

she received as a lead accountant's assistant, at one of the larger 

accounting and stock broker firms, along with the monthly alimony 

'he' had to send was just enough to pay the bills and keep up with the 

home. "Someday I'm going to sell this place, its just to big for me." she 

always told herself, Someday, but not today.



Her one regret was, after four years of trying with Ron she had not become 

pregnant. She had wanted a child so badly and had even consulted with a 

specialist. The tests' results could not confirm any physical reason for 

Linda's infertility, and the doctor strongly suggested Ron come by for 

similar tests. Needless to say Ron would not hear of it, telling Linda, "I'm 

positive I'm fine, the timing just hasn't been right. It'll happen. Just give it 

time." Reflecting back on it now, Linda wasn't surprised that she had not 

gotten pregnant, he probably overworked all of his sperm cells fucking that 

little mousy trollop at the office. By the time he got home all his little sperm 

cells were hanging around in his scrotum sitting in wheelchairs or needing 

crutches. The bastard!



 It was Friday afternoon on an exceptionally warm summer day. Linda 

had dressed in a light flower patterned summer skirt and an equally light 

white blouse, in an effort to stay cool in the summer's heat. This 

wardrobe was somewhat distinct for her in that it was not dark and 

formless looking like almost every thing else she wore in a subconscious 

effort to obscure her large breasts and curvaceous figure.

	

She had just returned from shopping at the super market and was putting 

away groceries when she thought she heard the front door open. "Had she 

not closed it well when she carried in the groceries?" Not likely, making 

sure the door was shut had become somewhat of a ritual ever since her 

neighbors, Thaya and Mark Lawrence had gotten that puppy.  Now, six 

months later that cute little puppy was ready for a saddle and a career 

with the rodeo. The dog was in the habit of escaping from his yard and 

any time it found Linda's door open it was an invitation to enter and 

make himself at home. After one of the dogs uninvited visit's Linda had 

found a large territory marker of his which left a nasty stain on the 

carpet just under the stairway banister. After that Linda had become very 

mindful to make sure the door was always closed. 



But it wasn't really the dog that Linda minded as much as the 

uncomfortable feeling she got every time she returned him to Mark and 

Thaya's. She began getting the distinct impression that Mark was coming 

on to her ever since her separation, and she definitely didn't need that 

sort of problem at this juncture in her life. Besides, she and Ron had been 

close friends with Mark and Thaya before the divorce, and she still 

thought of Thaya as a friend. So she made it a point that any time 

associated with Mark was limited to the minimum required to just remain 

social.    

 

 She turned toward the noise dropping the bread she was holding onto the 

counter, when she felt a large hand grab her shoulder.



"AHHHHH!!!!" Linda screamed as a cold chill shot through her body.



Linda whipped around in fear to find a man wearing a Zorro mask 

standing behind her. "Who... what.... Please....," Linda spoke out 

breathlessly trying to regain her composure. "Please... You can have 

all my money... anything, just don't hurt me.." she added hopeful that

money was all he wanted..



"Listen! I've got nothing to loose," he replied in a raspy voice. He 

stepped closer to Linda causing her to back up against the counter and 

grabbed her wrists. His black eyes behind the mask stared straight at 

Linda without blinking and he took a deep, audible breath. "I believe 

you have something I want," he stated evenly without emotion.



"I don't know what you're talking about," Linda responded, wrestling 

her wrists free from his grip.



"Don't act stupid," he said irritably. "just think about what you have I 

might want." The man was now inches away from Linda. He pinned her 

feet down, digging his hard shoes into her sneakers.



"You're hurting me," Linda cried as tears began to well up in her eyes.



He pressed her against the counter, holding her arms with his powerful 

hands. Linda was sweating with fear and she could barely catch her 

breath as she watched the man in the mask leering over her, looking up 

and down her body. 



"What next, you bastard, rape?" she spoke out defiantly.



In one swift, violent movement, the man ripped open her blouse, and 

ripped it apart exposing Linda's cleavage above her brassiere, then 

with his other hand he pulled out an eight inch long hunting knife from 

a sheath strapped on his belt.

 

Streams of sweat began pouring down the insides of her arms, her heart 

pounded furiously, and she could barely breathe, managing only short 

gasps of air, as the masked man stared almost as if transfixed at her 

round breasts which were now generously exposed and rested 

precariously atop her brassier.

 

"Jesus, you've got some big tits there," he whispered more to himself 

than to Linda. He yanked his eyes away from her cleavage and looked 

into her face. "Christ, when I said you had something I wanted I was 

hoping you had some expensive jewelry or something hidden away. I 

never expected you were hiding a set of jugs like this under that blouse. 

Man!"



"Please...." Linda begged, "I do have some jewelry hidden away. Take

it all, I don't care. You can have it. Just.... Just don't... Please... Don't 

hurt me." She twisted to one side trying to get away from him.



He thrust her against an upper cabinet. Linda felt the corner of the dish 

cabinet cut into her shoulder blades as the man stepped right up to her. 

"Don't pull away from me." he whispered violently.



Linda's heart was pounding and she could barely breathe. "Don't do 

this! Take what you want then just get out. Please," she replied boldly.



The mans nostrils flared as he stared Linda down. "You don't even

know what it is I want." He explained furiously. "Tell me, tell me what 

you have that's worth the taking."



"My jewelry... I have the jewelry..." Linda offered. 



"What kind of jewelry?" He asked as he slowly slid his finger in a 

straight line down from her lips over her chin and along the top of her 

throat ending in a circle inside the deep cleavage of her breasts. 



Linda closed her eyes and took in a sharp breath with renewed fright 

as she felt an unwanted electric current radiate throughout her body 

causing the tiny hairs on her skin to stand up.



He moved his hand down and began slowly massaging her right 

breast through the fabric of her bra.



"Please... Please don't do that." She pleated feeling him pinch her

nipple between two of his fingers, which sent another spark along 

her spine. "You don't need to do this. You can have the jewelry.... 

and money. I have some money."



"What kind of jewelry?" He repeated slipping his hand up under the 

bra cup and feeling the flesh of her large orb on his skin.



Linda flinched as the man pressed his hand onto the bare flesh of her

nipple. He must have detected her movement because he brought the 

knife up and pressed the sharp tip under her left eye. Linda became 

so petrified with the feel of the cold steel on her skin she ceased all 

movement allowing him full freedom to her chest.



As he rubbed, pinched and twisted her nipple like some unnatural 

ritual, Linda's mind raced wildly thinking of anything she might do 

to stop the assault as quickly as possible, she knew what he would

want next and that thought petrified her.. 



The stranger must have sensed something because suddenly he said, 

"Don't get any cute ideas about yelling or nothing. This knife will cut 

the scream right out of your throat before you can say anything. You 

just let me have my little feel of these big ass tittys of yours and 

everything will be fine. okay?" He pressed the knife against her cheek

a little harder as a reminder. Linda managed to nod.



He moved his hand from under the right bra cup to under the left bra 

cup and began kneading that breast with the same enthusiasm he had 

shown the other. 



Linda heard his breath become faster, and less regular, and because her 

eyes were downcast with shame she saw his manhood begin to press 

against his jeans at it became ridged with sexual excitement.



"Oh God! Oh God!" She thought, "I'm going to be raped! She 

desperately tried to remember anything she had read, or seen on 

television concerning what to do in case of rape. But the only thing that 

came to mind was "Don't fight back." She remembered hearing from 

somewhere that fighting back was only more likely to get a woman 

killed. That wasn't good enough! She didn't want to be raped! She 

needed information that would stop it! End it! Where was that 

information? Just the thought of being raped terrorized her. She 

couldn't deal with it. She had to try something, she managed to 

swallow and work a little saliva inside her mouth making it possible for 

her to speak, "Ah.. Look. What about that jewelry? And... I have that 

money here too, about a hundred dollars," her voice broke with fear 

but she continued on, "Ah.. if that isn't enough, I can get some more 

out of the bank, they're still open. We just need to go down there." Her 

voice was now miserably pleading with him.

  

He pulled his hand out from under her bra and said, "A hundred lousy 

bucks. Oh wow! What about that jewelry?"



Linda wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, "Well.... let's see.. Ah... 

there's my wedding band set and a few other rings... their all real gold. 

Ah.. a real nice pearl  necklace and.... Oh, yes, a sterling silver tea set 

and...."



He cut her words off with a wave of the knife, "Okay, you got anyplace

where I can lock you up." 



"Oh, thank God!" Linda's mind felt relief, "He's just going to lock me 

up, ransack the house for the money and valuables, then leave before 

he gets caught." She was more than willing to let him take anything 

he wanted. 



"Sur...su...sure..." She finally said, "Upstairs. Come on I'll show you." 

Her voice still quivered with fright, but when she twisted slightly to her 

left he allowed her to move away from him, then hurrying as quickly 

as she could,  relieved just getting away from his filthy touch, she led 

the way upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms. She had converted this 

particular room into a sewing room. The previous owner of the home 

for one reason or another had used a keyed locking knob on the door

which she was in the habit of leaving the key inside the lock.



Once inside the sewing room however, the man did not just lock Linda 

in by herself. Instead he entered the room after her, then locked the door 

behind him.



Linda gulped in air feeling the momentary relief she had felt downstairs 

vanish , "Aaaa..... the money... it's downstairs, ah, in my handbag on the 

kitchen counter?" She tried to smile, "I can tell you where to find the

jewelry... that'll make it easier for you." 



 "Yeah, yeah, I'll get the money and the other stuff.... but first I just got 

to have me a real good look at them big tittys. God their whoppers!" He 

said as a little saliva formed at the corners of his mouth and  sweat 

started soaking through his shirtsleeves.



Linda panicked, "No, please, no, please don't...." She pleaded as tears 

began to flow down her cheeks. 



 "Come on! Damn it!, I said I want to see your tits! So don't screw with 

me." He slapped Linda across the face for effect.



For a moment she just stood there desperately trying to think, yet not 

wanting to think about what was happening but the sting she felt from

his slap was a constant reminder. 



He was not to be denied any longer as he reached over and grabbed 

Linda by the hair and yanked down doubling her over. "Come on! Damn 

it!" He yelled letting her go. "Free them big knockers from that halter, 

I want to have me a real good look at um." 



Linda gazed out the open window and could smell fresh cut grass as 

she reached behind her back and unfastened the bra hook. She thought 

about the many times she had looked out this very window never 

dreaming that she would someday despise the view. 



The masked man gawked at her exposed breasts, noticing they drooped

ever so slightly, not from age but from sheer weight and the force of 

gravity. He saw her aureoles were a delicate soft shade of brown 

prevalent to fair haired women and her slightly darker colored large 

nipples stood out proudly off her bosoms, with only an occasional 

freckle to blemish the smooth flesh on her breasts and chest.



He stood, just looking at her breasts for several long moments, then he

slowly walked toward her. He stuffed the knife into the waistband of his 

jeans and took both of her breasts into his hands, kneading the soft flesh. 



Linda was unable to control her tears, she closed her eyes and could feel 

the warmth of the sun's rays through the window while his rough sweaty 

hands fondled her orbs. She tried to remembered other nights of passion

with someone she cared about enjoying the feeling of flesh upon her 

breasts.



She felt his lips closed around her left breast and he sucked lightly. His 

tongue slid back and forth on the little bud, and Linda could feel it 

involuntarily hardening. For long seconds his mouth slid round and 

round her nipple, suckling, licking, nibbling. His hands were still on 

both breasts, and he was stroking her right breast, while squeezing 

her left, which was still in his mouth.



Linda shuddered, a hot flash moved through her body, as that hot,

dark center between her legs started to burn with an unwanted lust. 

She stood there, unmoving, her hands limp at her sides, as the 

stranger worked his mouth over one, then the other breast, mouthing 

the nipples, sucking, sliding his tongue over and over the smooth, soft 

breast flesh.



He straightened, and when she opened her eyes he was looking deep 

into hers. His breathing  became hard, and Linda was uncertain of 

herself. Then he kissed her. At first it was soft, as soft as air sliding 

across lips. Then as seconds passed and Linda didn't scream or push 

him away, his lips moved more hungrily, pressed against hers more

demandingly. 



Linda felt her nipples grow rock hard, and stiffened even more as she

rubbed and ground them against his chest. His tongue shot into her

mouth, and twined with hers as his hands slid up and down her back

with desperate urgency.



His hands pressed on her back and shoulders and hugged her against 

him. Their bodies began moving together and Linda felt guilt and 

shame for having such feelings of desire brought on by this depraved 

sick individual but she couldn't control herself. Then what he did next 

snapped her back into reality and the nightmare she had been fearing 

came true. He slipped his hand beneath her dress and caressed the inside 

of her thigh, she threw her head back and closed her eyes in a spasm of 

fear "God! Don't let this happen!," she cried to herself and when she 

opened her eyes, she could see the stucco on the ceiling that now 

resembled the confines of purgatory itself. 



His hand  enclose over her mound and squeeze and he massaged her 

through the outside of her under pants. She felt a hot flash that quickly 

turned into a cold shiver when she realized he could feel the dampness 

between her legs.



He withdrew his hand from under her skirt and backed away slightly. 

"Take off your skirt and panties, lets see what you've got under there." 

he demanded softly.



"Oh God! Oh God! This is it!" Her mind yelled at her, "What am I

going to do?!" 



She was attempting to collected enough strength and will power to make 

a lunge at him when apparently he either sensed something or she just 

wasn't fast enough. "Don't even think about it." He said coldly bringing 

out the knife once again and holding it up. "Strip!" 



Looking at the knife in his hand drained all the will to fight back she 

had so bravely put together just seconds before, and without having any

tears left to flow she reached behind her back and unfastened the button 

at the top of her skirt, then pulled down the zipper and let the skirt fall 

down around her ankles.

 

He grinned down at her and mockingly said, "You want to pull your 

panties down, or do you want me to do it?"



Linda didn't take notice of his words or of his grin, and she slipped 

her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down past 

her long shapely legs.



He looked at for a long time standing naked before him, spending a lot 

of time stared into her crotch, and she felt a momentary hot flash of 

embarrassment surged through her at such intimacy, then he said, 

"Step out of um, then turn around."



She used her foot to secure her skirt and panties and stepped out of them 

then she turned away from him as he had told her.



She heard his muted footsteps on the carpet as he came toward her, then

she felt him press his chest into her back. One of his hands moved around 

her body and covered her mound. His fingers flexed allowing the silky light 

auburn colored pubic hairs to slide in-between his fingers as he gently 

massaged her knoll.



"Spread your legs." He demanded squeezing her harder.



She opened her thighs and understood the true meaning of violation. 

One of his fingers pushed past her nether lips and entered her 

womanhood, then a second finger joined the first and his breathing

became faster, "Oh yeah... Aaa.." he grunted as his fingers slid in and 

out of her most private part. " I bet ya like that. Huh baby? Oh yeah."



She felt shame both for knowing his fingers moved easily inside her 

as wet as she was, and because, in spite of that shame, when he 

pressed, then rubbed along her clit she felt her body growing hotter 

and hotter, throwing her mind into a turmoil of (God help her) carnal 

thoughts and feelings.



When she realized herself unwittingly squatting down to meet the 

upward thrusts of his fingers, attempting to get more of him inside her 

she fought her lust in disgust, appalled that she could find any pleasure 

in being violated as she was. 



Despite her own self loathing she was just on the verge of a climax 

when he pulled out of her. "I gotta have me some of that," He told her,

"lean forward over that dresser. I'm going to take you from behind so I 

can watch them big tits bouncing in the mirror while I'm pumping into 

you."

 

He pushed her toward the dresser and she leaned forward resting the 

palms of her hands on the dressers edge while her feet remained several 

feet farther back.



 She looked up into the mirror and saw his reflection as he approached her 

from behind and a fresh supply of tears found their way to her eyes. She 

heard the roar of the snaps on his jeans as they were unfastened, and 

in the mirror she saw his member was huge and fiercely erect. She 

continued to watch his reflection in horror as he pressed his manhood 

against the tight opening of her sex to gain entry. 



He pushed his meat up inside the length of  her tunnel, pulled back and 

then plunged it down again, burying the head deep inside of her. Then he

started to move his hips forward and back, ramming his tool into her with

a great deal of enjoyment and gusto.



"Like it baby?" he taunted, reaching around and squeezing her right breast 

tight and twisting it around brutally. Linda cried out in pain and he twisted

it the other way, seemingly enjoying her torment. He was driving his rod 

into her with tremendous power, the slick, hard pole moving up and down 

and in and out in of her slit like a car piston.



His hard hips were slamming against her backside with such jarring force,

the palms of her hands were becoming sore from the pressure, but he 

continued pumping into her then looking at her over her shoulder in the 

mirror. He yelled, "God! Look at them tits bounce now. Look at um baby,

look at um bounce."



She focused her eyes on her breast in the mirror and watched them slam 

against her chest with each forward thrust and they had a sexually 

simulating effect on her. She looked at the masked face in the mirror of 

the man that was violating her and saw a look of his exultant triumph, 

of conquest in his eyes.



she watched the mirror with a strange mixture of horror, excitement 

and even eroticism as the man behind her continued forcibly raping her.



He continued pumping into her and Linda felt her body flood 

with sexual stimuli, which set her nerve endings into tingling and 

spasming heat. She began to shiver then she was sent over the edge 

into a tremendous, mind shattering orgasm.



She twitched and pushed back frantically on his tool penetrating her 

body taking it as deep as she could, reveling in the charge of her 

guilt ridden cum. Her head twisted back and forth as her body  poured 

out energy. Hot flooding sexual energy, and her hands came up of they're 

own volition, and seized her own breasts, squeezing repeatedly.



The man behind her reached across her hip and drove his finger 

across her clit, then slowly worked it down along her slit. Up and 

down it moved rubbing over her clit, then slipping along her crack.

Faster and faster the finger moved along her sex canal and Linda

came again, with even more intensely than the first time. She 

whimpered in denial as the floodgates opened inside of her and a 

massive tidal rush of ecstatic sexual power rushed forth, enveloping 

her body from top to bottom in an electrifying roar of sensations just

as the stranger took a solid grip around her waist and cried out in his

own carnal ecstasy, "Ohhh.... Goddddd.... Aaaaa..," then she felt him 

spewing his seed deep inside her womb. After his orgasm was finished 

she collapsed in exhaustion across the dresser top.  



The man backed away from her and Linda slipped down onto the floor.



The stranger pulled up his jeans and silently left the room, leaving 

Linda laying on the floor curled up in a fetal position.



Ten minutes later the man in the Zorro mask returned, minus the mask 

holding a bottle of Corona beer in each of his hands. "Yo. Linda." He 

called out, "Get up babe. I brought you a cold one."



Linda looked up from the floor, a wicked smile crossed her face as she 

said, "Damn, Roger. That was really good this time. I swear to Christ, I 

really got into it. That felt just like the real thing, you were a robber 

rapist for real! Now, next time I'll be the Leather Goddess of Probos 

and you'll........."



END