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I should have gone to the mall during the day but here I was, 9:30 at night, coming to the mall on the outskirts of town. Not a smart move for an attractive young married woman. And I couldn't even find a parking place! I sighed as I realized I would have to park on the side of the mall, where all the lights were broken. Cheap bastards can't even replace them. I finally found a spot and parked. Shutting off the engine, I looked around nervously. I didn't see anyone. I opened the car door, the wind nearly tearing it out of my hand. I climbed out, wrapping my coat tightly around me, the wind whipping my dress around my knees. I slammed the car door shut just as a dog [or a wolf?] howled in the woods behind me. I whipped my head around me in terror. The wind blew through the trees, branches rubbing against each other, making strange sounds. But I saw nothing. I set the car alarm and turned, my heels clicking loudly as I walked as quickly as I could to the front of the mall. I had just made it to the corner when I hand grabbed my shoulder. At the same time, before I could scream, the other hand came up over my mouth and nose holding a cloth with a strong odor. I could not help but breathe it in. My eyes rolled back, I felt my body go limp, then nothing... When I came to I felt disorientated. At first I couldn't focus my eyes. My head hurt so I closed them. It was quiet. I could hear the sound of water dripping. When my head felt better I opened my eyes. They slowly came into focus. I was in a small, cube-shaped room. The walls, floor and ceiling were made of stone. The blackness was broken by a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling above me. I was naked, lying on a bed. Each of my hands were handcuffed to the wall behind. I tugged hard but it was to no avail. Suddenly I had a metal key being put into a lock across the room. I heard the sound of metal-against- metal and the squealing of old, unoiled hinges as the door was pulled open. The light from the bulb would not penetrate the blackness across the room. There was silence for some time, then finally the door was shut again. Then I heard footsteps, heavy boots. A figured came out of the dark, a figure that made me cringe. He was tall and dirty. He wore old blue jeans, a dirty turtleneck and a tattered jean jacket. A wool cap was perched on his head, and his face, that horrid, horrid face... His face had a dark olive complexion, leathery skin that was traversed by a thick scar running from the side of his forehead down to below his lower lip. It twisted the right side of his mouth in a hideous grin... His left eye had a patch over it, and I prayed he wouldn't lift it and show me an empty, black socket. I shuddered. The bed was short and he stopped at the foot of it. My legs hung over the edge halfway below my knees. He put on some heavy leather gloves, and just stared at me. I was too frightened to speak. Suddenly he smacked me across the face. He grabbed my chin and pulled my face forward once more and smacked the other side of my face. I wanted to cry but I was too shocked and scared. And there was something else, too, deep below the surface... He smacked over and over. I lost track of time. My face stung like hell but I felt nothing was broken, nor was there my blood on his gloves. He took off his gloves and dropped them on the bed. He undid his belt then his jeans and pushed them down. I gasped. He had on no underwear, and his cock was at least sixteen inches in length! He knelt between my legs, pulling me up until I was hanging in mid-air. Then he shoved his cock into my unrespecting pussy. I screamed. The pain was great, mainly from his size, but not as great as I would expect. I found that my pussy was wet! It was already wet when he stuck his great cock in me. He rammed my cock into me mercilessly for what seemed like two hours. When he pulled out finally he had not cum and my pussy was red and sore, but not bloody. He smacked my face some more. I moaned. He uncuffed me and flipped me around recuffing me. I looked back over my shoulder but didn't dare to speak. He was putting his gloves back on then slid out of his jacket, dropping it to the floor. His arms were powerful and darkly-tanned. He had three tattoos on his right arm and one on his left below his shoulder. I was so busy staring at his arms I was caught off guard when he smacked my butt hard. I squealed and surprised myself by having a small orgasm. He smacked both cheeks back and forth, harder and harder. My cheeks grew raw and red. Soon I could watch no more, letting my head fall forward. He kept at it a while longer and then he finally stepped. I was breathing heavy, my body in pain and spasming all at once. Suddenly he slammed his monster cock back into my pussy from behind and fucked me hard. He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back at the same time and smacked my face on and off. I didn't care. The pain and pleasure in my pussy was all I could feel now. He rammed into me harder and harder as he pulled my hair and I screamed in orgasm. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEEE!!" After I came I fainted. I don't know how long I was out. When I awoke I was still in the cube-like room. But now I was dressed once more and the handcuffs were off. I looked up. There was the scar-faced man. He came towards me. He pulled off his dirty sleeveless turtleneck. Under it was a clean, regular shirt that seemed familiar. I watched his hands move up to his neck. My eyes went wide as he began to pull at the skin on his neck! He was pulling his skin off! No, wait... He was, he was pulling off a mask! The mask and hat came away and long, light brown hair fell over his youthful, smooth-skinned face. He pushed back his hair and smiled at me. "JIM?!" *** "Happy birthday, LaTina," I said. "Birthday?!? But it's not my birthday!" She laughed. "Late birthday," I retorted. I'd known LaTina a year. We first met on one of those story site/chat forum boards. Then we started emailing each other which soon went to carried over into webcamming... I knew LaTina well; Her marriage, her somewhat unsatisfactory love life, her hidden fantasies she couldn't share with her husband. "I wanted to help you live out your non-consent fantasy," I told her. "So how did you like it?" "I loved it!" She squealed. "I thought it was real and I was so scared I would not survive, but I was so turned on, too," She giggled. LaTina came over and rubbed my cock. "I didn't know you were so big," she hissed with a mischievously grin. "Oh, this?" I pushed down my jeans exposing myself once more. "It's an attachment, see?" I undid the clasps behind me that held the nearly invisible flesh- colored straps that held the cock extension in place. Then I slid it off exposing my hard nine inch cock. "I wore a cock ring so I would last a long time for you. I hope I wasn't too rough on you, LaTina..." "Oh, no!" She smiled. "Nothing is broken." "Good," I said. "Come on upstairs and take a shower before I take you back to your car." "Okay," LaTina said. She held my cock and stroked it. "I'll take a shower but then I want this big cock raping my ass." I grinned. I couldn't argue with that kind of thinking... THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 77