Chapter 4
Jennifer awakened feeling bruised and sore. At first, she thought the night before had been just a bad dream, but then she heard Bob's voice raised in anger.
"I have to go to work," Bob said. "If I don't, they'll come looking for me."
"You can call in sick," Hatchett said.
"No, I can't," Bob insisted. "If I call in sick they'll know something's wrong. I wouldn't call in sick on a Friday when the major company men will be at the meeting."
Jennifer was lying in her own bed but the voices easily drifted up the stairs to her. She got up and wrapped a robe around herself.
She hurried downstairs and found Hatchett and Bob standing near the door. Bob was already dressed and holding his briefcase. My God, Jennifer thought, he's treating this like any other day. Like nothing happened.
"You must think I'm a real idiot," Hatchett said, "if you think I'm going to let you walk out that door."
"You are if you don't let me go," Bob said. "Calling in sick on an important day like today might make someone put two and two together. Then you'll really be in hot water."
"Hell," Hatchett said, "you'd have the cops down on me in seconds."
"I wouldn't do that," Bob said. "One mistake and Jennifer would be dead. I wouldn't want her on my conscience for the rest of my life. After all, killing her would be the worst thing you could do to her now. You've already done everything else."
Bob gave Jennifer a look that seemed to turn her blood cold.
"You're right about that," Hatchett said with a grin. "You wouldn't be getting anywhere by calling the cops. You know, you're a pretty smart man."
"I try," Bob said, shrugging.
Hatchett seemed to be deep in thought for a moment. What Bob said made sense. The only thing he could do to the girl was kill her. He had already done everything else. So the man wouldn't have to be worried about rape, and maybe could keep his head.
"Yeah," Hatchett said. "I think that maybe you can keep your head. Just remember. I will kill her."
"I'm sure of that," Bob said. "Now how long am I supposed to put up with you?"
Hatchett smiled. "I'll be gone this afternoon," Hatchett said. "A couple of friends will be by to pick me up. So don't worry about seeing me again."
Hatchett reached over and fondled Jennifer's ass.
"And your wife will be okay. She'll be a little sore and tired but she'll be alive."
Bob nodded. Jennifer couldn't believe what she was hearing. She couldn't believe that Bob would just leave her with this animal.
She stood open-mouthed as Bob walked out and got into his car. He gave Jennifer a wave as he did every morning. Everything looked perfectly normal.
"He's a smart man," Hatchett said. Hatchett's fingers crept down the back of Jennifer's thighs until he was touching her bare skin. She shivered when she felt his fingers go underneath her gown. She felt his fingers trace a pattern up the backs of her thighs until he touched her rounded ass.
"How do you feel this morning?" he asked.
She didn't answer him. She felt his fingers pushing into the crack of her ass and fingering her anus. She didn't like to be used that way but there was nothing she could do.
She still couldn't believe that Bob had just walked out and left her.
He was more concerned with his work than with what was happening with his wife. Maybe he didn't care that she was being raped. Maybe he didn't care about her.
"Don't take it so bad, honey," Hatchett said. "Your poor husband's just doing what he thinks is right. He wants you alive, and I don't blame him. You'll feel a lot better after a little morning fuck."
"You just leave me alone," she whispered. She broke away from him and stood breathing heavily and staring at him angrily. "You just leave me alone."
"Now don't be like that," he said. "You were doing so nicely yesterday. Don't start any shit today."
"Just leave me alone," she said.
He grinned and rubbed his bare chest. He had put his shorts back on but that was all he had on. She could already smell beer on his breath. Evidently he had started drinking as soon as he got up.
"I'm going to fuck you again," he said. "As many times as I want. So don't make it hard on yourself."
"I hate you," she said.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her against him. She could feel her heart pounding as his strong arms crushed the breath out of her.
"You may hate me," he said, "but you don't hate this. You love this."
He took one of her hands and forced it to his crotch. She could feel his prick rising slowly. She ran her fingertips over the bulbous cockhead and she felt a little sticky.
"Please just leave me alone," she whispered.
"The hell with that," he said. "You want it, cunt. You wanted it last night and you want it right now. You were built for fucking and sucking and you know it."
"No," she said. "It's not true. I'm not that way."
"No?" he said. "Let's see. See how long it takes for you to beg me again."
He picked her up easily and she didn't bother to struggle. He carried her up the steps and put her right back in her own marriage bed again. Her gown slipped up her thighs and she didn't bother to pull it down again.
She was staring at his crotch. She'd forgotten how big he was. She'd told herself that he was not really that big, that her fear had made him seem that way.
But he was big. He was huge. She could already see his cockhead poking out rigidly from his shorts. Her husband was nowhere near that big. And Bob couldn't even get hard this early in the morning.
"Pull off your gown," he commanded as he stripped out of his shorts.
She could see every naked inch of his big, hairy body and she felt a warmth between her legs.
"No," she whispered frantically. "Don't let it happen again."
"Pull off your goddamn gown," he said, "or would you rather wait for me to get the knife and cut it off you?"
"I'll take it off," she said quickly.
She sat up and pulled off her gown and leaned back on the bed again. She felt hot as his eyes raked her body. He liked what he saw for he grinned at her.
"Goddamn," he said. "You sure got a pussy on you. Jesus, open your legs and let me look at it."
She had to close her eyes as she spread her plump legs. She felt him getting onto the bed with her and she felt his fingers spreading her cunt.
"What a sweet-looking thing," he said. "I bet you've never had it eaten. How about that, baby? Would you like to have your pussy eaten?"
She popped open her eyes and looked at him. No, her pussy had never been eaten It had been another one of her fantasies that she would be pinned down on this bed and some rough-talking man would eat her pussy until she screamed for mercy.
Except this was no fantasy. It was happening to her. It was really happening.
"Spread your legs wide, girl," he said. "I'm going to show you a real muff-diver. I ate my first pussy when I was twelve and she was nine. I've been eating cunt ever since!"
His words made mental pictures pop into Jennifer's mind. She could almost see him as a twelve-year-old boy eating out a young girl's pussy. It really made her hot.
Hatchett lowered his face between her legs and he began kissing her creamy thighs. She felt his tongue licking at her and she began to squirm.
"Take it easy, baby," he said. "I haven't even got started good yet. Wait until I really start showing you some of my stuff."
He laughed loudly and it made her feel ashamed of herself. Her shame didn't last very long, because his face pressed into her pussy and she felt his tongue licking at her blonde hairs. He sucked them into his mouth and wet them with his hot tongue.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned.
She felt his tongue push apart her sensitive cuntlips and enter her. A shiver went up her spine as she pushed her hips up to meet his thrusting tongue.
"Oh, yes, eat me!" she cried. "EAT ME!"
He opened his mouth and pushed his face tightly against her moist cunt. He tasted her hot, tangy juices as he pushed his tongue deep into her. He gobbled her tender flesh like she was sweet candy.
"Oh, that's niiiiice!" she wailed. "You're making me so hot!"
He brushed his tongue across her clit and felt her shudder. He opened his mouth wider and sucked her clit between his teeth.
He felt her jerk as he started biting gently.
"Jesusss," she sobbed. "You're making me cum! You're making me cum!"
She grabbed hold of his head and pressed him further between her legs so that she wondered how he could breathe. His cheeks tickled her pussy hairs, and he was beginning to bite a little roughly but she didn't care.
Nothing mattered except that he was driving her out of her mind with his sucking. She could hear the wet sounds he made as he pushed his tongue in and out of her, and chewed on her aching clit.
"My tits are so hot and itchy," she moaned.
She felt him change position so that he could reach up her body and feel her titties. As soon as his hands touched her flesh, she felt a spasm of delight shaking her.
"Jesus!" she cried. "Play with my tits! Play with my tits like that, please!"
It didn't matter that only a few minutes before she'd been hating this man. And that she still hated him. It didn't matter that she would again feel ashamed and sick afterwards. Right now the 'only thing that mattered was the hot feelings his mouth gave her.
"Bite me," she groaned. "Oh, bite me hard! I love it! God, bite me hard!"
She closed her legs tightly together against his face and her fingers tugged hard at his hair. Her entire body jerked as she started to cum.
"You're making me cum!" she cried. "Your hot mouth is making me cum! God, I love it! It feels so good! Your fucking mouth is making me cum! AHHHEEEE!"
She exploded into his mouth but he didn't pull his face away. He continued to suck at her pussy until the violent shudders of her body had stopped.
She found herself stroking his short red hair, and gasping softly.
He moved his face away from her pussy and he licked his lips. She was still hot and she knew what was coming because she could see his rigid staff sticking up from between his legs. She let her eyes wander down the long length of it to where his pole disappeared in his thick hairs.
"You're beautiful," she whispered. "You're so damned beautiful."
"Raise your legs," he said.
She lifted her legs and he pressed them up above her head. She'd never been in this position before and she could feel her body straining.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Baby," he said. "I'm going to give you another treat. I'm going to fuck your sweet ass!"
She got scared as hell. She tried to put her legs down, but he leaned across her so that she couldn't move. His face was just above hers and he licked his fat lips.
"Your sweet ass," he said. "I've wanted you like this since I first saw you. A sweet, hot little housewife with her big, round ass. I'm going to fuck the hell out of it, sugar!"
"Please," she whispered, "I've never had it there before. Do what you want, but not there. Please, not there."
"You're going to love it, baby," he said.
He dropped all of his weight onto her legs and she thought they were going to break.
"I'm going to put it in you deep," he said. "I'm going to make you feel it come right out of your mouth."
"Please," she said.
He only laughed at her. She tried to wiggle out from under him but he had held firm. She could hardly move at all. He kept grinning at her as he took his cockhead in his fingers and guided it up against her tiny puckered anus.
"No," she said frantically. "Please don't! Oh, please! Please!
"Relax," he said. "I'll be gentle. It won't hurt you at all."
He was lying. He knew it was going to hurt. He pushed a little and she screamed in pain. His cockhead pushed into her ass, finally popping past the outer walls and going up into her rectum.
"Oh God no!" she whispered. "Noooo!"
He waited for a moment and then he started a steady pressure. His cock painfully forced apart the walls of her rectum and slipped deeper inside. He still wasn't all the way.
She was grunting like a pig.
"Oh! Please!"
"Jesus, you're tight," he said. "Your ass is twice as tight as your cunt. I'm not used to having women who've never been fucked good!"
He remembered some of the other sloppy cunts and asses and it turned him on even more. This big-tittied broad was like a gold mine. She was so gawdalmighty sweet.
"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, baby, hang on. I'm going to have to put it in all the way."
"Oooooooh!" she cried as she felt him give a savage thrust and his cock went halfway into her ass. He gave another hard shove and his cock slipped into her up to his heavy balls. "Please!"
"Ahhhhh Jesus, you're tight," he whispered. "So fucking tight!"
She was in pain. It was like he had taken a flaming spear and driven it up her ass. She couldn't move, and she couldn't fight. She could do nothing but scream and curse him.
"Don't carry on so," he said, chuckling. "The hard part's over with. The best is yet to come."
"You bastard!" she yelled. "You dirty bastard!"
"Just fucking relax, baby," he said. "Just relax."
He didn't move for a long while. He just remained on top of her with his prick deep in her ass. Now and then he would sigh with pleasure, but he didn't start fucking her.
"It only takes a little while for you to get used to it," he said. "Then you're going to like it. You're going to be begging for more dick up your ass."
"Filthy animal pervert bastard!" she screamed.
But he was right. She started to get used to having his big prick up her ass. At first it was just a sensation of not having pain, and then something else began to happen to her. She began to feel warm again.
She couldn't believe it. Her eyes popped open and she stared at his grinning face. She wouldn't move. She wouldn't give him that final satisfaction.
But suddenly she knew that she was going to move, because her cunt was getting hot. He had beaten her again. He was completely in command, and there was nothing she could do.
"Filthy pervert bastard," she whispered, but then she had to bite her lip to keep a moan back.
"That's right," he said. "Cuss me. Cuss me all you want. But I can feel you moving, baby. I can feel you getting hot again. You sweet hot bitch."
He remained still for a few moments longer because he loved the sensations she was creating. Her wiggling ass caused his cock to grow harder and he could feel himself leaking into her.
God, she had a fantastic ass. He could hardly believe that he was fucking her. He pulled it partially out and then slammed it back into her again. He felt her groan as his balls slapped savagely against her.
"Like that, baby?" he asked. "Maybe I can do it again."
He pulled his cock half out and slammed it into her ass a little harder. Again he felt her shiver and that same low groan came from between her lips.
"Now I'm going to give it to you, cunt," he said. "I'm going to fuck your ass right off."
He began to drive his cock in and out of her ass as savagely as he could. He loved it. She was wiggling frantically now but he didn't think she was trying to get away. Instead it felt more like she was pushing up to meet him.
He knew how to get her hotter. He pushed his hand in between and drove two fingers into her cleft. Immediately he found her sensitive clit and started to rub.
"Oh fuck!" she cried. "You're getting me hot! You bastard, you're getting me hot again!"
"I told you, cunt," he said, laughing.
The pain was gone in Jennifer. New sensations had taken over. She knew she would be sore as hell when he finished, but it felt too good to worry about that.
His prick kept driving deep into her ass and his fingers kept playing with her tiny budding clit, and she was going crazy.
"You fucking bastard!" she cried. "I'm cumming. You're making me cum. You're making me cum in my ass! Fuck my ass harder. Harder, please. I love it. Harder! HARDER! HARDERRRR!"
She humped up at him as she felt his hot cum pour deep into her ass. He was grunting as he drove his prick deep into her each time he erupted. He filled her ass. She could feel his sticky jism leaking out.
"You bastard," she said softly, but her fingers stroked his broad shoulders almost tenderly.
"Ummmm, God," Hatchett said. "That was wonderful, woman."
He slipped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He filled the tub up with hot water and stepped in. God, the water felt good. He let it soak into his skin for a few minutes.
"Hey, sugar?" he said.
She came to the bathroom door. He noticed that she had wrapped a robe around herself. Her modesty was something else after being screwed by him so many times, but he supposed that some women were just that way.
"Yes?" she said.
"Go downstairs and get me another beer."
She went downstairs and he heard her moving about in the kitchen. He thought about her trying to run away but he didn't think she would. Hell, she was scared and she was liking it too much. She would stay as long as he kept her curious about him.
He leaned back in the hot water, and waited for her to bring him his beer. She was back in a few minutes. She popped the cap and handed it to him.
"Goddamn," he said, sipping at it. "This is the kind of life I dreamed about in prison. A hot bath, a good-looking woman to scrub my balls, and a cold beer. A man just couldn't ask for anything else."
She waited as he sipped his beer.
"When will you be leaving?" she asked.
"Maybe this evening," he said. "I'm calling a friend and they're not far away. I'll be gone before your scared-little-pussy-husband gets home."
"He's not," she said.
"Not what?" Hatchett asked. "Not scared? Hell, he was scared shitless."
Jennifer shook her head, but she knew what he said was true. Bob had been scared. Too scared to do anything. Even to protect his wife.
"Scrub me, baby," Hatchett said, leaning back in the water again.
Jennifer took the rag and soap and she bent over the tub. She did a good job on him. She scrubbed him hard all over, paying special attention to his cock and balls. As she scrubbed his prick she felt it start to harden in her hands.
"Ummm, baby," he groaned. "That's real nice. You've got a fine pair of hands. Now strip off that robe so I can play with your titties."
She shrugged off the robe and his hand immediately went to one of her hanging breasts. She continued to scrub him as he played with her titties. She soaped his hairy chest and his broad shoulders and neck.
"Turn over," she said.
He flipped over onto his stomach and she did the same to his back. In a few minutes she had him completely soaped.
"Stand up," she said. "Let me rinse you off."
She let the water out of the tub as he stood up. Then she stepped into the tub with him and turned on the hot water.
"Goddamn," he said as the spray touched him. "Don't burn me alive."
"Sorry," she said.
She worked with the water until she got it right and then she went under it with him. She rubbed her fingers up and down his body and felt his cock probing between her legs.
"Ummm," she said softly. "Can we do it again?"
"Sure, baby," he said. "But not right now. Right now I want your sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. So get down on your knees and suck me up good."
She nodded and fell down to her knees before him. She felt the hot water hitting her everywhere as she sucked lustily on his cock.
She took his rigid pole into her mouth and used her tongue around the sensitive crown. She had a feeling it wasn't going to take him long. She had already worked on him good when she'd been soaping him with her fingers.
She opened her mouth wider and began to bob her head. Her hair was getting wet and plastered to her forehead. It was getting hard to keep out of the way.
She wrapped her fingers around his staff and began jerking him off with the same rhythm as her sucking. In a moment she felt him start to tense up.
"Mother-fuck," he said softly. "God, you know how to turn a man on. It's hard to believe you didn't know how to suck cocks before I came."
Her blonde head worked faster over his cock.
"Jesus, I'm cumming," he said. "I'm going. Get ready, baby. I'm going to blow the top of your goddamned head off. Get fucking ready. Get ready! READYYYYY!"
His cum filled the back of her throat and she had to release his cock. His cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth.
She didn't mind. At that moment she loved the feel of his sticky jism.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "Jesus!"
She kept sucking him hard until the last shudder in his body passed. Only then did she get off her knees and turn the water off.