Chapter 8
The sight of the blonde's nakedly cowering body on the sofa sent a strong surge of masculine pleasure through Mac Zephyr. At the moment, he felt a violent hatred for this blonde. She had let him know, in no uncertain terms, that although he had managed to arouse the whore in her, that she still had emotions she was able to show to other men which she refused to show to him. His mind still pictured the seductive way her ass had wiggled when she had sucked the other man's cock. He wanted to fuck her, but he had no wish to poke his cock into holes the other man had used. Mac
Zee never allowed himself to be second. He always wanted to be first.
"I'm gonna fuck you!" he told her, walking over to her, reaching down and grabbing her slender arm.
Desire for her welled up in him like a mountain spring, and he knew he wouldn't be happy until he came inside her, somewhere.
His anger was slowly subsiding as he anxiously stared at the lovely blonde's delightfully shaped body. Jill, sensing he was losing his animosity, somehow managed to gain some semblance of self-control. Even so, the sight of him, with his quilled hair and his handlebar mustache, inwardly repelled her.
"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck you.. . "
Without thinking, she suddenly pulled away from him, looking at him with hate as she snapped, "Drop dead!"
Almost instantly she realized she had made a grave error. The hunger which had been softening his attitude merely served to anger him again as his eyes took on that hardened look, letting her know she had really gone too far. He was immediately angered and infuriated and he began outwardly fuming, spewing all kinds of frightening invectives with such fierceness, he was incoherent.
Finally, he managed to take control of himself, and he said in a growling voice, "You have to learn once and for all who's boss here."
Jill knew there was no escape for her, this time. He grabbed her with ruthless strength and dragged her upstairs. He took her to his own bedroom rather than to hers. Had he taken her to hers, she would have pulled the gun from beneath the mattress and shot him on the spot, more out of self-preservation than for any other reason. He hurled her onto his bed and threw himself on top of her, his hands solidly digging into her naked shoulders as he rammed her lovely face into the pillows, beneath.
Jill gasped aloud when she felt his wickedly talon-like fingers traveling down the length of her quaking body, coming to rest on the smoothly trembling ovals of her shuddering buttocks. His fingers were digging viciously into the tenderly sensitive squirming flesh, forcing her nether cheeks to separate.
"No...don't. . . for God's sake...don't hurt me," she screamed, struggling tearfully to escape from him.
"Keep still, you rotten cunt!" Mac yelled at her, pulling and kneading the ultra-sensitive flesh of her buttocks.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" she gasped.
"You're gonna be a lot sorrier," he growled.
Driven beyond the brink of endurance after having witnessed what she had willingly given to George Poulos, Mac's intense desire to fuck her took total control of his aching body, and the anger in him made him decide just how he was going to do it. He would enjoy it, but he would punish her at the same time. In spite of all his training, she still looked down on him. Hell! He was going to make her really sorry, really sorry.
He stared through lust-glazed eyes at the shadowy crevice of her rear-end. His gaze fixed itself on the tiny puckering hole of her anus.
As if reflexively, he reached out with a sharp-nailed forefinger and began to probe licentiously at the tiny little opening. He sensed the way she shuddered with revulsion. Her entire body wracked, and this angered him all the more. Without warning, and without any kind of lubrication, he plunged his finger directly into her asshole.
"Yyyyy aaaa nnnn gggg hhhh!" the hurt young girl screamed, letting her voice echo throughout the house.
She desperately wriggled her sorely stretched buttocks in a helplessly futile attempt to dislodge the man's digging finger. But the more she writhed, the deeper the finger sank into her.
A wave of shame flooded her as Jill realized what the man was doing to her. She resented this, knowing he was doing this purely to humiliate her. This built an even greater desire for revenge in her. Soon she would gratify that urge.
The harshly searing agony of his salacious digital penetration of her anus was second to the humiliation she was presently feeling. When he withdrew his finger, she thought he was through punishing her for the moment, and she would wait her turn. But she was taker, totally aback when the man began hurriedly undressing. He still intended using her, somehow. She shuddered, wondering just what he had in his vile mind.
A moment later she realized what he intended as she felt his hands hoist her to her knees, and then he was clawing her buttocks apart, pressing his cock-head against her narrow little anal opening.
"Oh no!" she gasped, panting raggedly, terror convulsing her helpless features, making her shudder out of control.
Spurred on by her exclamation of disgust, the man shoved her face back into the pillows while he rubbed the head of his cock back and forth against her narrow anal pucker.
"Please don't!" she gasped piteously, terror closing around her heart like a freezing fist.
She very much wanted to pull away, to struggle with all her remaining strength, to escape this one sacrilege he had not previously perpetrated on her. But at the moment she was powerless to move. She was totally immobilized by terror of what he was going to do to her.
What a disgusting animal, she thought, wondering how any man had it in him to treat a woman so viciously.
Time and motion were suddenly suspended as the man poised his licentiously distended phallus at the tiny, narrowly cringing opening of her rectum. His hands were squeezing her asscheeks as they held them apart. For the moment, his anger was once again spent, but it was replaced by something far more terrible-a pervading and insidious desire to hurt and at the same time remind her she was his possession. He was going to humble this bitch once and for all and make her understand that here, he was king. When he spoke, she jumped. What was more, in order to really back up his show of strength, tomorrow he would withhold the heroin from her brother. She'd soon learn not to be so damned snotty.
Without waiting any longer, Mac flexed his hips, thrusting solidly, driving his long and inflexible organ against the pitifully narrow little opening.
"Eeeee yyyyyamuiu ggggghhhhh!"
Her scream of agonized protest reverberated throughout the room, sending an uncontrolled chill coursing down Mac's spine. It was a chill he loved to feel, when he initiated other whores this way. It urged him on to complete his desecration of her rectum. He forced the marble-solid shaft all the more tightly against the shudderingly resisting sphincter, and finally, because of his sheer brute strength, he managed to ram it through the defenseless little pucker of muscle.
"Ggggg hhhh aaaa nnnn gggg hhhh!"
Jill felt as if a white-hot poker had been rammed up her tight little rear. Pain mingled with terror over and over again inside her quaking body.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned feebly, repeating it over and over as she felt the vicious monster force his lust-swollen cock into the tight narrowness of her painfully cringing rear channel. Every nerve-ending in her seemed touched with agony. She wondered if she would manage to survive this brutal assault. This was worse than anything she had known, so far.
The blonde longed for the oblivion of unconsciousness. But the savage thrusts of the man behind her, ramming the length of his thick phallus into her narrow rectum obviated that possibility. There was nothing for her but to summit to this and endure it to the end. She remained there in that forced crouch, kneeling like some helpless beast of burden in humiliating subjugation while Mac continued to rape her ass.
Mac moved his cock slowly, withdrawing the phallic thickness very carefully, enjoying every bit of her pain. His heart was pounding with savage excitement and his blood was madly racing through his veins. He was enjoying the obscene agony he was inflicting on this cunt who's had the audacity to show him how much she was able to lavish affection on another man while only letting him me her body. The sight of his throbbing cock moving in and out of the tightly puckered anal ring filled him with a new sense of importance. He enjoyed the feeling of absolute power he had over her, feeling now partially compensated for the imagined injuries he felt she had perpetrated on him. Now her earlier actions and her verbal taunt no longer had any meaning. He was the one in control, and right now she was just a container for the semen he was going to blow into her.
He felt the lust budding like a cyclone. His labored thrusts intensified as his fingers dug into her asscheeks, leaving large red weals that would take a good twelve hours to disappear.
"Stop!" she begged. "You're killing me!"
She was moaning helplessly, but even as she thought this, she realized something was starting to take place inside her that was totally unexpected. Apparently there was a sensitivity in her rectum with which she had been previously unfamiliar. As a direct result of what his cock was doing, she knew she was going to climax. It seemed ridiculous, but it was true. She only hoped he would be able to delay his climax just long enough. She had to pretend she hated this, which to a certain extent she did hate. But the thrills were continuing to build inside her, building higher and higher, and she had to shut her eyes and clench her teeth not to reveal her oncoming orgasm.
When it did come, it coincided with his, so that he was unaware she actually came.
"YYYY EEEE AAAA RRRR GGGG HHHHAA-AANNNNGGGGHHHH AAAAAGGGGG HHH-HHUUUUU NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH AAAAA-UUUWWWAAARRRGGGHHHAAGGHH!" he bellowed, while she felt the thrill shoot through her and remained silent. Enhancing the thrill was the feeling of his sperm blasting into her, as well.
He pulled out almost immediately after and slapped her buttocks a few times while some of his seminal fluid dripped onto her. Then he grabbed her arm, dragged her to her room, threw her inside, and locked her in from the outside.
Jill lay on the floor, pain mingling with pleasure in her buttocks. But she wasn't smiling, not even a little bit. No, she hated Mac more than ever. But right now she was too drained to think of trying to break out of her room. Even if she shot off the lock, Mac would hear it, and he might have a gun of his own, in which case he would shoot her. No, not yet. She would bide her time a little longer.