Chapter 14
She had never known such fear. She struggled, panic-stricken in her helplessness. Paul had fetched her back into the bedroom, toting her like a child under one arm while she kicked and protested vehemently. With her tucked against his side in this manner, he had yanked open her dressing table drawer and dug out a fistful of nylon stockings. "If these will hold me," he chuckled, "they'll sure hold a wildcat like you."
He had slung her on the bed, pinned her down on her back and tied her spread-eagle fashion to the four corners. Then he sat back on his haunches to survey his handiwork, white teeth flashing as he grinned. "Now you know how it feels, sugar. You and Vivian had me in this same position, and you didn't show me one iota of mercy. Well, it's tit for tat now. My time to fly."
"Let me go! Turn me loose!" Delia raged.
"Just one little item to take care of," he said. He grabbed a pillow, stuffed it under her ass, elevating her lower torso. "There, that ought to just about do it"
"This is rape, Paul! I hope you know it! Out and out rape! You can go to prison!"
"With Vivian on my side? Testifying that you wanted my cock? Come on, sugar, you can do better than that It's like I told you. Vivian gave me permission to fuck you. She gave me the key to the apartment You still don't believe me, do you?"
"No! Vivian wouldn't do such an awful thing to me! She's my friend!" She noticed that his cock was hard again.
Paul shook his head. "Vivian doesn't have friends, gorgeous. Only victims. Her one goal in life is to seduce and enslave. It's her lack, her turn-on. If you haven't seen through her by now, you have a rude awakening coming. I feel sorry for you."
"I don't believe you! You're lying!"
Paul shrugged, his smile wistful. "Suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you." He ran his hand over her body. "Ummm, this is going to be good. Voluptuous lines, silky skin, luscious boobs . . . man-o-man!" He climbed on top of her, his rough hairy bulk scraping her flesh. His chest felt like a wire brush squashing her tits.
"Don't do this to me! Look-please! No! You'll hurt me!"
"Got to have it, baby, got to have me some."
She struggled anew. She felt the knob of his prick punching around in her pussy hair, probing the mound, tentatively getting set. She broke out in a sweat. If he shoved that telephone-pole-sized cock in her she knew she'd faint.
He shoved some more. She felt the smooth tip part her cuntlips, push to find entrance. He was grunting now, his excitement climbing. He kept punching.
"Don't! Oh my God, please don't! I can't bear it!"
"Tight," he gasped. "Going to the tightest pussy I ever fucked. Oooo-eee . . . "
"My God! Oh my God!"
He got the swollen head started in but it wouldn't go farther. She winced at the pain and tried to swing her hips away. "You're too big for me, Paul! You'll rip me to pieces! Please be sensible! I can't stand it! Paul! For God's sake!"
He didn't answer. With a quick movement he shoved down her trembling form until he was hunched between her thighs. He licked her pussy lustfully, making sloppy lubricating noises with his tongue. She swung her head from side to side while he sluiced her cunt with his saliva. "You bastard!" she cried helplessly. "You lousy miserable creep!"
He threw himself back on her, his cock ramming again at her elevated crotch. He shoved a hairy arm between their bellies, sought to guide his stone-hard prick in her. She felt as though the hairy arm was searing her flesh. She felt the huge head of his prick begin to wedge deeper. She froze. Beads of perspiration popped out on her face. She forgot to breathe. She could feel the stretching, forcing, relentless pressure of his cock-head.
"No! God no!" she suddenly shrieked, then broke into tears of hysteria. "Oh please, please, please!" She couldn't stop sobbing.
Paul dove down her tortured body to lick her pussy again, rapidly, greedily, his thick tongue whipping up more lubrication. Delia sobbed fitfully, knowing now she was doomed, that she could do nothing to deter the horrible, determined rape of her cringing, tender flesh. All she could do was twist and writhe within the confines of her bonds.
He sprang on top of her again, his huge frame rough and trembling in his callous eagerness. He grabbed his cock again and guided it to the mark, got the head started in. He hunched viciously, grunting his excitement. Delia caught her breath.
She knew his cock was about to tear through. She felt it stretching her cunt cruelly, gaining entrance by short, excruciating degrees. Her vagina muscles turned wildly spastic, fighting it. But then it happened. His stone-hard prick tore through and he jammed it in all the way using short, brutal lunges. Delia screamed against the blinding pain.
Then Paul was fucking her for all he was worth, slamming his merciless pole of swollen flesh in and out of her agonized cunt with frenzied pleasure. He made the whole bed bounce in his giddy enthusiasm. He gasped, groaned, grunted and wheezed. Delia sobbed and shuddered with every thrust of his monstrous prick, screeched painfully each time the huge mushroom bulb jammed up her belly.
"Oh God! Oh God, I can't stand it!" she shrieked. "It's agony! Oh God!"
The pain and agony increased. It grew so intense that she orgasmed three times in quick succession.
Knowing, Paul orgasmed too. She felt his hot sperm filling her belly, sloshing inside her guts. He fucked wildly until he'd spent his wad, then fell in a relaxed heap on her bruised form. He lay there, his cock-head swelling and relaxing in her vagina like a big sponge breathing her juices. Presently he sighed and rolled his weight off her.
It took her awhile to catch her breath. They were both soaked with perspiration. She hurt in every inch of her body. Her cunt felt mangled and ripped and streaks of pain shot through her every time she breathed. She knew then that if she could help it she'd never let another damn man fuck her if she lived to be a million years old. This was it-this was the last straw. This had done it for her. She hated every man alive. They were beasts of prey and their cruelty unbounded when they wanted to fuck. She thought fleetingly about Brad Turner, the one man she'd been in love with all this time. In his own way he was just as cruel as any of them. All he'd ever done was use and abuse her. Well, next time he came around expecting her to fall on her back for him, she'd spit in his face. She suddenly hated him as much as she hated Paul. Each of them brought her nothing but misery. They were animals. Cruel, mean merciless horny dogs. Never again I Never!
She became aware that Paul was casually fondling his cock and balls as he lay beside her. She was stunned to see that his prick was still hard and he was playing with it to keep it at full erection. Fear struck her. She was shocked to think he might put her through another horrifying experience like the one he'd just forced her to endure. No! her mind screamed. No! She knew she couldn't survive another such rape of her suffering flesh. She'd die! She couldn't live through it!
She tried to speak calmly. "Untie me now, Paul. You got what you wanted and my wrists are sore. Please. The knots are too tight."
He sat up, smiling brightly. "Okay, sugar. I will."
Delia felt a surge of relief. She hadn't believed it was going to prove so easy. Paul scrambled around on hands and knees releasing her wrists and ankles. Then he squatted cross-legged on one side of the bed, grinning at her.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"Yes." She massaged her wrists and ankles. She tried to ignore the way he was watching her and fondling the hard cock which stood straight up from his thickly haired crotch. The sight began to unnerve her. She cringed at the memory of his huge dark hairy frame wire-brushing her sensitive skin while he raped her so cruelly. Suspicion crawled over her. Why did he continue playing with his cock unless he had something more in mind for her? she shuddered at the possibility.
"I need to bathe," she ventured. "Are you leaving now?"
"Hadn't planned on it, beautiful." The white teeth flashed in his dark face. "You trying to get rid of me?"
"Well, I-I just thought-" She feared saying anything to anger him. T merely thought you were ready to go."
"Hell with that, beautiful. We're just catching a breather. We've got plenty more fucking to do yet"
"What?"
"Don't look so shook, baby. You enjoyed the balling. You got a couple of cums out of it yourself. I could tell."
"I did not! I hated it! I suffered every minute!"
"You're a gorgeous liar," he chuckled. "I gave you the fuck of your life and made you get your jollies and you don't even appreciate it. Tch tch. You surprise me, Delia baby. You disappoint me."
"I just want you to leave!" she shouted. "That's all I want! I want you to go!"
"And I want to fuck." He looked at her and laughed.
"No! You've torn my pussy to shreds already!"
"No problem. Well change ends."
"What are you talking about?" She frowned worriedly.
"I'll fuck you in the ass," he said casually. "If your asshole is half as tight as your pussy we'll have a barrel of fun."
She stared. "You're insane! You're out of your mind!"
'You mean you never got it in the ass?"
"Of course not! I wouldn't dream of it!"
His glance brightened. "Virgin territory! Wow! Now I know I've got to have me some! Nothing in the world to equal fucking a virgin asshole. Got to have it, sugar, got to have it!"
Panic hit her. She started to spring off the bed. He caught her arm and dragged her back. He flipped her onto her stomach, straddled her and held her down while he retied her wrists and ankles with the nylon stockings.
"No! No!" she kept screaming, terrified and desperate. "Don't, Paul! Don't, don't, don't!"
When he had her spread-eagled once more, he chuckled and patted her ass. "Ummm-ummm, what a sweet gorgeous tail. Going to be tight, too. Yeah, man. Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
He stuffed the pillow under her groin, raising her ass. She struggled violently, knowing he was squatted between her legs staring at her most intimate parts. She clenched her anus from shame, outrage and horror. She tried to twist her ass so he couldn't see. He laughed as though he were watching a comedy. "Beautiful," he said. "Absolutely fantastic."
He bent and kissed her twisting, writhing asscheeks. His breath was hot as his mouth followed her movements. His teeth nipped and pinched and bit her resilient flesh. His tongue lashed at her buttocks wedy, salaciously. She thought she'd die when his obscene tongue licked her sensitive anus.
"No!" she cried. "Oh God! How can you!"
His answer was a flurry of joyous mutterings as his seeking tongue followed the crack of her swinging ass relentlessly, probing the tiny tight hole. Shock and revulsion frustrated her as she raged and sobbed and strained for escape. Finally, drenched in sweat and knowing it was all so hopeless, she relented, submitted to the eager tongue. She attempted to close her mind to the shock of feeling its obscene tip worming slickly and thickly through the tight circle of her sphincter muscle. But she couldn't shut the horror out completely. Her highly sensitive hole clenched and puckered in rapid convolutions about the invading tongue. "You bastard!" she swore through gritted teeth. "You dirty, filthy animal!"
She cringed while his tongue had its way, and after awhile he stopped and sprang up on her, his weight a mountain of hard, hairy flesh pressing her down. He laughed crazily, his breathing hard. She felt his cock jabbing at her anus. New terror hit her. "Oh please don't!" she cried out. "Oh God, please don't do this to me!"
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The fearful prick-head punched determinedly as her asshole clenched tight in frenzied revolt. He wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, held her in a bear-hug so she couldn't budge while his cruel cock banged at the tiny crack of her ass.
She felt suffocating horror as the knob of his cock found its mark and wedged partly in, bringing a shock of pain. She froze, forgot to breathe, fearing more agony. She felt partially impaled on a sharp rounded spear where any movement whatever would send the horrible shaft plunging all the way inside her guts. More perspiration sprang from both their bodies, drenching them. Paul grunted breathlessly against her neck and shoulders. She could hear his teeth grinding in his eagerness for victory. The cock-head kept up its wedging force, holding the ground it had gained. Finally, she knew her asshole was weakening.
She shrieked as the merciless prick inched its way through the taut circle of fluttering sphincter muscle. "I can't stand it! Oh Paul, please! I can't stand it!"
Paul gasped in breathless excitement. "Jesus! Oh sweet Jesus!" Now that he had the cockhead past the spasming entrance, he hunched short eager strokes, driving his entire shaft by degrees all the way in. He paused a moment. "God, how tight! Jesus, how good!"
Delia sobbed hysterically. The agony could not be endured but there was no escape. Paul, hissing his excitement, began fucking her asshole in earnest, slowly at first, then gaining momentum. With his arms still wrapped about her and the pillow beneath her groin, he slammed his prick in and out of her anal depths with bruising power. Delia had never experienced such blinding pain. She yelled, sobbed, cursed, pleaded for surcease to the horror, but the animal fucking her seemed to find more thrills from her cries. His groin slapped loudly against her asscheeks and his heavy balls swatted her pussy with every guttural lunge he made. Her asshole felt as though it were being ripped and torn to shreds. He fucked faster and faster until, with a squealy shout of intolerable ecstasy, he orgasmed, filling her innards with his flooding cum.
It shocked her brain to know that she was cumming too. She couldn't believe it, but somewhere in the ghastly experience, an unknown chord of sensuality had been struck. She lifted her ass to the plunging cock. Her pussy ran rivers of cum.