Chapter 3
Kathy Kramer went straight home. She ran a hot bath and soaked for an hour, trying to sort out her thoughts. What would she do? she wondered. How would she cope with the difficult problems which confronted her now. She was supposed to begin working for Joel Peterson on Monday. That was part of her plan to get to Mr. Benjamin Benson. But she certainly hadn't figured on being brutally bound and whipped and raped by him. Moreover, Peterson had acted so cold and callous afterwards...as though it hadn't even happened. Would he rape her again? She was lost in thought when the doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" she asked as she threw on a bathrobe and strolled to the door.
"Western Union," came the deep voice outside the door.
"Okay," she replied, wondering who would send her a telegram. She opened the door and gasped. It was a ruse! Jack Johnson pushed the door open all the way and brushed past her. He pushed her aside, closed the door, and locked it.
"You fucking double-crossing cunt!" he hissed, his face curled up in anger.
"What's the meaning of this, Jack?" she blurted. "What the hell are you doing here, anyway?"
He slapped her hard and she fell to the floor. "Owwww!"
"You worthless, shameless cunt!" he snarled. "Why didn't you tell me you had an appointment with Joel Peterson, bitch? What the fuck's the matter with you anyway?" He pulled his thick leather belt off and held it in his hand. "Answer me, cunt!"
Kathy pulled herself together. "I wanted a better job, Jack. I didn't mean to hurt you. Honest."
Suddenly, the belt flew through the air and lashed down across her shoulders. "Owwww!" she shrieked as the belt struck her. She didn't have time to protest. Jack was all over her, tearing off her bathrobe and exposing her firm, up-thrust tits. He whipped her tender tits and she screamed with pain and terror.
Quickly, he produced three thick strands of rope. He tied her hands together and dragged her into the bedroom, where he fastened her bound wrists to the upper bedpost. Then he tied her ankles to the bottom bed posts. She was helplessly bound, face-down and spread-eagled across the bed.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Jack?" she protested.
"I'm gonna beat your ripe fucking ass, cunt!" he rasped as he brought the belt down on her fleshy ass-cheeks. The belt snapped down on her tender ass, sending horrible twinges of pain through her body. Again and again he beat her ass until her ass-flesh was flushed red and covered with goose bumps.
She flinched and cried piteously as he whipped her with his belt, but he paid no attention to her pleas for mercy. He kept striking her ass with the belt. She felt as though her ass was on fire. The belt stung her flesh and she begged him to stop.
"Don't do that, Jack! Please! My ass hurts so bad! Please stop!"
"You whore! Did Peterson fuck you? Tell me the truth, slut! Did he rape you?"
"No!" she lied. She had to lie. If she told him the truth, he would beat her even worse. "I swear, Jack! He didn't fuck me! He didn't even try to fuck me!"
Jack wiped the sweat from his brow and threw down his belt. Then he stepped out of his trousers and crawled onto the bed. "Well, I'm gonna fuck you, bitch! What do you think about that?"
"I don't want you to! Don't!" she shouted.
"Fuck you, bitch!" he rasped as he guided his prick into her cunt. He gasped and began to fuck her pussy. He fucked her frantically, brutally, without concern for her wishes or desires. "Doggie-style, bitch I'm fucking you doggie-style!"
She felt his chest rubbing over her shoulders as he ground his prick into her hot cunt. At first, she despised the man for beating her and raping her cunt. But, once again, she felt a strange tingling sensation building in her pussy as he fucked her fast and hard. Still, it was demeaning to be raped, and even worse to be fucked from behind while she was tied up to the bedposts. Jack Johnson was a real prick, she thought. But, she had to admit, his hard prick was beginning to feel good inside her cunt.
"Damn you, Jack! This isn't right! Stop it! Stop it this instant!" she protested loudly.
"You lying fucking bitch!" he snorted. "Your hymen's busted. Your cherry's broken! You filthy fucking cunt! Whore! Slut!" He sounded like a wild animal, cursing and gasping breathlessly as he fucked her. "You lied to me, slut!" Digging his fingernails into the soft flesh of her shoulders, he hissed, "Joel Peterson did fuck you. Didn't he? He fucked you, didn't he?"
"Y-yes," she cried. "Peterson fucked me! He raped me, dammit! I didn't ask him to do it!"
"You lying sack of shit! You wanted it, didn't you?"
"No, goddammit! He raped me, you fool! He raped me!"
"Bullshit! If he raped you, how come you're supposed to go to work for him on Monday? Huh?"
Kathy was shocked. "How do you know?"
"Because Peterson called me and told me to hire a new secretary. He's having you transferred to his office, slut!"
"I swear to you! He raped me! He raped me!"
"Yeah, the son of a bitch copped your cherry, didn't he?" Jack's eyes flashed with anger and hatred. He was furious that Peterson had taken Kathy's virginity. That was to be Jack's prize. All of his hopes were dashed when he discovered that Peterson had fucked Kathy.
Kathy didn't understand. Why was Jack so angry at her? she wondered. After all, Peterson had fucked her forcibly. He had raped her virgin pussy against her will. She hadn't done anything to lead the man on. Jack was acting like a first-class jerk. Still, Kathy was not about to argue with Jack. He was in a real nasty mood and she didn't want to provoke him to more violence. Besides, his cock was starting to warm up her cunt nicely. She was as hot as could be and her clit was being stroked just right by his hard, stiff prick as it sluiced in and out of her cunt. Her pussy no longer hurt and she could really enjoy the fucking that Jack gave her needy cunt.
"Ohhh, Jack!! Y-your prick feels good in my pussy!" she screamed. "It's okay! You can fuck me all you want!" She groaned and her cunt sent hot curds of pussy-nectar streaming down her creamy thighs as she bucked beneath his rapier-like prick. "Ummm," she cooed. "Nice and hard! Your prick is so nice and hard. It fills my pussy right up to the brim." She smiled and took a deep breath as she hunched her hips to provide the perfect target for his cock. He slammed forward into her twat, fucking her furiously, ramming and prodding his prick into her seething, hot, juicy twat.
"You slut! You probably said the same thing to that bastard Peterson! You fucking tramp! I should have known better than to get involved with a fucking prick-teaser like you. You've caused me nothing but grief, but you'll be sorry!"
"Please forgive me, Jack! I swear, I didn't do anything wrong. Peterson raped me, dammit! Don't you understand! You shouldn't take it out on me. If anyone's to blame, it's that bastard Peterson. Not me, for God's sake!"
Without warning, Jack pulled his cock out of her hot pussy. His fleshy prick slid along her cunt-walls, which rippled and tingled with unfulfilled expectation. He struck her across the back of her head with his fist. "You worthless harlot! I don't want you to enjoy this! Dammit! You don't deserve to be fucked to an orgasm! I won't allow it!" His voice was frightening. He had a vicious smile pasted to his face and he held his prick in his hand as he stared at her ass.
Kathy spun her head around enough to look into his half-closed eyes. "What are you doing?" she shrieked, her voice full of fear.
Again, he struck her with his fist. For a moment, she actually saw stars and began to drift off, but when he hit her again, she came to her senses. He was acting like a madman!
"Shut up, cunt!" he shouted as he gripped her ass-cheeks in his strong fingers and pried open her ass-hole. He licked his lips and glowered at her puckered ass-hole. "Hmmmm," he hummed. "Yeah, that's it!"
"That's what?" she asked anxiously. "What are you doing, Jack? I demand to know!"
"Fuck you, Kathy!" he snapped. "I've had enough of your shit, cunt! There's nothing you can do to stop me now! You can't fight me when you're all tied up! I'm gonna do it, whether you like it or not!"
"You're gonna do what?"
"I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole, bitch!"
"Nooooo!" she wailed. "You can't do that! Put your cock back in my pussy! Please, Jack!" She was desperate! Jack couldn't possibly have meant what he just said, she thought. She had never heard of such a disgusting thing. How could he even think of fucking her tiny ass-hole? It sounded so perverted and grotesque!
"Get ready, because here I come!" he shouted as he guided his prick toward her ass-hole. With a quick, powerful lunge, he shoved his cock into her ass-hole!
"Good God! This is horrid!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Tears flowed freely down her face and she winced in terrible pain. Her ass-hole was filled with his mammoth hard cock. It felt as though his prick were tearing her ass-hole apart at the seams. It hurt so badly that she almost blacked out, but she was dreadfully afraid that, if she blacked out, she would never wake up. Jack's cock was splitting her in two. He would kill her with his massive hard-on, she thought. Her rectal muscles were stretched beyond belief. The pain was incredible.
"Relax your ass-muscles, Kathy! Do it, or you'll be real sorry. I can hurt you real bad if you don't force yourself to relax." He spit out the words viciously, and she knew that he was telling the truth. She wouldn't be able to endure much more. She was willing to try anything that might serve to ease the pain in her stretched and tortured ass-hole.
She concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her ass-hole. It worked! His prick still hurt terribly, she realized, but not as much as before. Thank God for small favors, she thought gratefully. Still, she wept loudly and wailed with pain.
"Unnggghhhh! Ummppphhhh! Shit, yeah! Hot fucking damn, bitch! Your ass-hole is nice and tight around my prick. I like this! Shit, yeah!" He rammed forward, impaling her ravished ass-hole on his cock-shaft.
She shuddered at the thought of his big, hard prick buried in her ass-hole. God, how it hurt to be ass-fucked! She felt so humiliated when she heard him screaming crude obscenities in her ear.
He reached down and gripped her ass-cheeks tightly, digging his fingernails into her tender ass-flesh. He pried her lovely ass-globes apart ruthlessly as he lunged forward and penetrated her ass-hole with his mighty throbbing cock. His prick tore into her steaming ass-hole, slashing hard and fast into her aching butt. There was no way that she could escape his steadily stroking cock. She writhed and twitched, but those were futile gestures. Jack would have his way with her. He would ass-fuck her as long and as hard as he wanted, and she was powerless to struggle against him.
"Unnggghhhh! Ummm, yeah! Hot fucking ass-hole, slut!" He kept cursing at her and calling her crude names.
"Please, get off of me, will you?" she pleaded.
"No way, bitch! You deserve to get your ass fucked nice and hard, just like I'm doing." He ground his hips, thrusting his prick deep into her ass-hole with brutal strokes that sent her reeling in pain. Jack was not about to stop ass-fucking her now. He was going crazy, reaming her ass-hole with wild abandon.
She groaned in pain and began to curse at Jack. "I hate you, you evil bastard! Your prick is killing me!"
Immediately after she said it, she realized that the pain in her ass-hole was beginning to dissipate gradually. The intense pain was starting to blend with a perverse pleasure. Her clit spasmed and her mind spun with erotic passion and wonder. Could it be true? she wondered. Was it really possible to become sexually aroused by being brutally ass-fucked? It didn't seem possible, but it was happening. Her pussy was on fire with passionate desire.
Although Jack continued to slam his cock into her ass-hole, she was beginning to respond instinctively to the raping of her ass. She was meeting his cock-thrusts by bucking backwards so that his prick could plunge even deeper into her steaming ass-hole. She was ashamed at her lewd response to the ass-fucking, but at the same time, she felt an intense gratification-sexual gratification.
Her lust was rising quickly to meet the necessities of the moment. She was getting turned on in a big way. She wanted his prick deep in her ass-hole, as deep as it would go.
Suddenly, she let out a loud, demanding bellow. "Fuck my ass-hole! Fuck my ass-hole, you nasty son of a bitch! I don't care anymore. Go ahead and ass-rape me, you filthy bastard! Do it!" Her voice carried a tinge of desperation. She no longer cared that Jack was raping her ass-hole! She wanted more! More!
Jack was more than happy to oblige. He ass-fucked her with pleasure, grunting and moaning as he filled her ass-hole with his raging hard prick. "Unnggghhh! Ummppphhh! Unnn! Shit, yeah!" He was going crazy with desire.
Meanwhile, Kathy felt her orgasm building in her cunt. Soon, she would climax and her orgasm would carry her off on the wings of depraved carnal desire. She knew that it would hit her soon. She bucked and humped the man with great vigor, slamming her ass-cheeks around his meaty cock-stand, burrowing her ass-hole down on his prick. She tightened the muscles in her ass and her ass-hole clamped down tightly over his raging hard prick. She could feel his prick deep in her bowels, throbbing and spasming out of control in the depths of her steaming ass-hole. It felt good. She imagined how it must look, her ass-hole clenching his fleshy prick, holding his cock prisoner in her butt.
"Yeah, Kathy! Dammit! That's great! You're milking my cock with your tight ass-hole! Shit! It feels great!" Jack exclaimed throatily as he thrust forward, impaling her ass-hole on his mammoth, hard prick.
She kept bucking and humping his cock with her ass-hole, relishing the wondrous sensations that Filled her pussy and sent her into convulsions and spasmodic twitching. Her body ached with unfulfilled passion and she yearned for her orgasm to hit her. She knew that it was on its way, and it would rack her body with untold pleasure and joy. If only she could hang on until it hit her. She must! She must! She swooned in ecstasy as her ass-hole received his relentless cock-thrusts.
"Ohhh, Jack," she cooed breathlessly. "Your cock...your cock feels so fucking wonderful in my ass-hole!"
"You filthy wench!" he barked cruelly. "I don't want you to come! Don't you dare come, slut! Whore! Bitch! Slut!"
Kathy didn't understand. What was wrong with Jack? she wondered. Why didn't he want her to climax? It made no sense. She was aching for sexual release. Her entire body was coiled like a spring. She wanted to come in the worst way, but Jack was opposed to it. "I don't get it, Jack. What's the matter?"
"Never you mind, bitch!" he hissed crudely. "Unngghh! Unnggghh!" He was grunting loudly and panting with lust as he fucked her ass-hole.
She tightened her ass-muscles again and milked his cock with her ass-hole. Then he gasped and shouted, "I'm about to come! Yeah! Any...second...now!"
"Nooo!" she yelped. "Not yet! Wait! Please!"
"Fuck you, Kathy!" he snorted. "Unnggghh! Ummppphhh! Unnnn!" His body stiffened and he plunged forward a final time, and the tip of his prick seemed to explode in her ass-hole.
The thick hot jism from his balls shot up her ass-hole. She whimpered and writhed about on his spurting cock. She tried to speed up her climax, but it was no use. It was too late. The moment passed all too quickly, and she was left hanging on the edge of a powerful orgasm. She whined and cried, utterly exhausted from the ordeal. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words did not come. She passed out before she could speak.