Chapter 4
Kathy was still sleeping when Jack returned to the room. Quietly, carefully, he untied her wrists and ankles and rolled the naked young woman over onto her back. She muttered a few low guttural sounds, but she remained asleep, exhausted from being raped only an hour before.
Jack Johnson stared long and hard at Kathy Kramer. She was beautiful, with long, curly blonde hair that hung loosely about her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, accentuating the length and thickness of her dark eyelashes. She had a pert, upturned nose and full, red lips. Her body was indeed magnificent with firm, up-thrust tits with large brown areolas and nice, pointed nipples. She had slender hips, taut ass-cheeks and long, lithe legs. Her lovely pussy-mound was fringed with blonde cunt-hair.
"Fucking bitch," Jack hissed under his breath. Jack was pissed off. He simply couldn't shut the brutal truth out of his tormented mind. Kathy had fucked Joel Peterson. He never should have trusted the bitch, Jack thought angrily as he glowered at the woman. He had wanted to marry Kathy Kramer. But not now. She had lied and deceived him, and he would never forget it.
Still, when he looked at her glorious body and her lovely face, Jack felt his prick stiffening again. He knew that sex was his major weak point. He never seemed to get enough. He was always horny. His prick began to swell rapidly and he slipped his hand down to his balls and hefted his tight ball-sac.
Jack couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He climbed onto the bed and ran his hairy fingers through Kathy's cunt-hair. Her pussy-fleece was soft and downy and blonde, matching the color of her hair. She sure was a hot little cunt, he thought. Hot as hell, and with the tightest, ripest pussy in the whole fucking world. He glanced at her face and became angry again. She was sleeping soundly, as though nothing had happened. For some inexplicable reason that Jack didn't even care to figure out, it made him mad as a hornet to look at her pretty face. Reaching down, he ran his thumb across her clit. She moved gently in her sleep, revolving her hips so that her clit raked directly across his open palm.
"You're nothing but a fucking whore," he hissed. "And, I feel like fucking your mouth, right now." With that, he moved further up on the bed and straddled her face, placing his knees on either side of her head. He gripped his cock and led it toward her mouth. His bloated cock-knob touched her lips, parting them slightly.
At that very moment, Kathy woke up. She shuddered and looked up at the massive cock with frightened eyes. "What are you doing?" she shrieked.
"Give me a blowjob, bitch! Suck my cock! Suck it, cunt!" he shouted angrily. "Give me a blowjob!"
She tried to shake her head in protest, but Jack swiftly grabbed her by the ears and pulled her face forward. At the same time, he slid his prick between her thick, ruby lips. She gagged and tried to spit his cock out of her mouth.
"No way, cunt!" he snarled. "You're going to suck my prick until I come right in your mouth. Now, do it! Suck my cock, you bitch!" He pulled at her ears and grasped a thick swath of her curly blonde hair.
She gagged again, but she resigned herself to the vile task at hand. This man was determined to make her suck his prick, she thought. There wasn't a damn thing that she could do to stop him. She could feel his bloated cock-knob hammering away inside of her mouth, punching through her jaws and cheeks.
"Yeah, suck it, bitch! Suck my prick, you whore!" he exclaimed as he rode her face, slicing is huge, stiff cock into her mouth. "Unnggghhhh!
Yeah! Hot damn! Unnggghhhh!"
Kathy felt as though she were going to be sick. His prick slithered like a snake into her throat, and his heavy, sweaty balls flopped obscenely over her chin. She felt so terribly abused and degraded...degraded for Jack's pleasure. She knew for sure now that Jack Johnson was a sadistic bastard. He enjoyed debasing her and making her perform lewd acts for his selfish sexual joy. He was going crazy, jerking his hips forward so that his cock slid deep into her throat, almost cutting off her air.
She stifled back the urge to throw up, knowing that if she didn't finish sucking his prick, he would definitely beat her and torture her some more.
"Yeah, that's a good girl," he said through clenched teeth. "Suck my big, hard cock, you slut! That's just what a whore like you deserves-to be face-fucked. Suck my cock, bitch! I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget! Whore! Cocksucker!"
Wincing in pain, she continued to suck his cock. Her jaws were aching terribly and her cheeks were pooched out obscenely when he thrust his massive, hard prick deep into her mouth, pressing his cock-knob against the lining of her tortured little mouth. His prick slithered deep into her throat, causing intense pain. She had no alternative but to keep sucking his blood-engorged prick. She closed her eyes tightly and sucked at his turgid cock-knob, slurping his bloated prick-tip deep into her pain-racked throat.
Jack started to jerk about violently, stabbing his prick hard and fast into her mouth, face-fucking her with wild abandon. He seemed to thrive on abusing her and making her perform the lewd act of sucking his massive prick. He was an evil, merciless bastard who cared only about his own selfish sexual gratification.
Her tongue flicked across the sensitive spot just beneath his throbbing cock-knob, and Jack responded eagerly, jerking forward so that his prick slid far into her sucking lips. "Oh, yeah! Goddammit! Suck my cock, you bitch!" He began to squirm with delight. "Ummm, shit yeah! Suck my prick, whore! Cocksucker!"
He ground his hips forward, impaling her mouth with his firm, thick prick. She could feel the trembling warmth of his prick as it sluiced in and out of her mouth. Kathy ran her tongue along the length of his throbbing prick, tracing a path from the base of his cock to his prick-tip with her tongue. She could feel the heat rising from his stiff prick.
He was face-fucking her in a fury now, ramming his cock with quick thrusts into her mouth. The fleshy lobes that bulged from beneath his cock-knob slid obscenely along her bottom lip as he plunged his prick forward. His smooth, streamlined prick slid naturally and easily into her mouth as he face-fucked her.
"Unnggghhh! Fuck yes!" he bellowed as he hammered forward, riding her mouth with his bloated prick. "This is great! A fantastic blowjob!"
She could see his prick sliding in and out of her mouth as she sucked his cock. His prick would plunge forward and disappear. Her face was indeed being raped by Jack's stiff prick.
"Stop it! I don't want to come yet!" Jack screamed as his body stiffened. He stopped face-fucking her and glowered down at her. The mean look in his glazed eyes scared her half to death. Jack meant business, she realized as she looked at the nasty man.
Ever so slowly, Jack rose on his haunches and pulled away from her, his cock slipping out of her mouth. She opened her lips to allow his cock to exit. When his prick was finally out of her mouth, she looked at his cock-knob and noticed that a tiny droplet of pre-cum was drooling out of his piss-slit. Jack noticed it a moment later. He pointed to the tip of his cock and snarled, "Lick that cum off my cock, you bitch!"
She hesitated for an instant and grimaced at the sight of his drooling prick-tip. It was the most obscene sight she had ever witnessed. She shuddered with deep-felt revulsion and turned her head away. Smack! Smack! Smack! The blows stunned her and she shook her head frantically in an effort to comprehend what was happening. "What's wrong now? I...I don't...understand. I don't understand what's going on here." She looked terribly puzzled.
"Yeah! Well, I know what's going on, bitch!" Jack snorted. "I told you to lick the cum off of my prick!"
He looked like a candidate for a mental institution. His wide-open eyes were glazed over and the muscles in his cheeks twitched convulsively. Jack Johnson was livid with rage.
"Don't you want to lick my cock, Kathy? Look at that nice, juicy drop of cum on the tip of my prick. It's just sitting there, waiting for you to lick it off. Don't you want to lick my cum?"
Kathy knew what she was supposed to say, and to avoid being beaten any more, she hastened to respond correctly. "Yes, I...I'm just dying to lick the cum off of your prick." Obediently, she bent down and opened her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she licked the drop of pre-cum off of his piss-slit. It was a thoroughly disgusting and vile task, but she had no choice in the matter. She tasted his cum. It was hot and sticky.
"Swallow it, bitch!" he commanded loudly.
She instantly obeyed, swirling his pre-cum on her tongue and gulping it down her throat. She felt like retching and spitting his cum out, right in his face, but one quick look at him told her that that would be a very foolish thing to do. He was reveling in his power over her. Jack Johnson was a true sadist who enjoyed lording over her and forcing her to submit to his lewd desires.
"Well, bitch! What d'ya say? Didn't your mother teach you any manners, cunt?" he snorted.
She picked up her cue and responded softly, "Thank you, Jack."
Jack smiled broadly and licked his lips, his mind reeling with evil, sadistic thoughts. "Hey, look at my prick, bitch. It's starting to get soft, isn't it?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Well, don't you think you should rectify the situation? Jerk me off, cunt!" he shouted. "I'm going to lie down on the bed and get nice and comfortable. I want you to kneel next to me and jack me off. You got it, bitch?"
"Yes, Jack," she replied as she shifted on the bed and got into position.
When Jack was stretched out on the bed, she took his massive cock in her hand and began to fondle it. She ran her soft, tender fingers along his cock-shaft while he lay in lewd repose, smiling and moaning with sexual delight. He had her in his power, and he loved it.
"Tenderly, Kathy. Jack my prick gently. I'll kick your fucking ass all over the room if you don't do it right, understand?"
"Y--yes, Jack. I'll do the best I can," she replied meekly as she stroked his blood-engorged prick. Her fingers moved deftly along his rigid cock-shaft, massaging the sensitive flesh of his weighty cock.
"Rub my balls, too," he commanded with a sneer.
"Yes, Jack," she said as she ran her open palm down his sweaty thigh and hefted his constricted ball-sac. His balls were hairy and leathery and tight. She cupped his bloated balls in her palm and massaged his tender ball-sac, but she didn't enjoy doing it. She hated it with a passion. And she hated Jack Johnson.
In fact, she hated all men. As she cupped his balls in her hand, she thought of squeezing his ball-sac hard and fast, before he had a chance to respond. She could ruin him for life! she thought anxiously.
"Unggghhh! Oh, yeah! Shit, that feels just terrific!" he exclaimed loudly. "Jack my cock faster, bitch!"
She steeled her nerves and took a deep breath and squeezed his balls as hard as she could.
"Owwwww!" he wailed as he jerked upright and slammed his tight fist into her mouth.
Her teeth rattled and she saw stars.
"You bitch! You stinking bitch!" he yelled as he hit her again.
She lost her grip on his balls and went flying off the bed, hitting the floor with a loud noise. He was on her in a second, screaming obscenities as he pounded his fists into her naked body, striking her tits and face and cunt. "You cunt! Fucking ass-hole! Bitch! Now, you'll pay and pay dearly!"
"Nooo!" she wailed as she writhed in pain on the floor, twisting and turning, trying to avoid his flailing fists. The hard and fast punches rained down on her body and, before long, she was knocked unconscious.
In her dazed, semiconscious state, she could feel a raspy tongue licking at the insides of her thighs. The tongue raked across her pussy, flicking at her clit and causing her cunt-button to throb into erection. Pussy-juice was streaming down her creamy thighs. She shrugged and shook her head. Her head ached terribly, but she really didn't mind too much. The sensations that filled her pussy were overwhelming in their intensity. She responded to the caressing tongue by hunching her hips forward, but she was unable to move very far. Ropes were holding her in place so that her motions were severely restricted.
She blinked her eyes to discover that she was bound in a kitchen chair. The unseen tongue was working feverishly at her cunt now, licking and lapping across her clit. She shuddered and shook with unrestrained passion. Her pussy quivered as the tongue pushed its way past her cuntlips and deep into her cunt. Her pussy was on fire, steaming with lust, clamping down on the unseen tongue.
"Well, well, bitch! You seem to enjoy having your pussy licked," came Jack Johnson's voice from across the room. "You just love having your cunt lapped so eagerly, don't you?"
She looked at Jack, who sat on the kitchen counter, his prick in his hand. He was jerking off frantically.
"B-but, if you're over there, then...who's licking my pussy?" she stammered weakly. She was afraid to look down, not knowing who was lapping so eagerly at her cunt. She struggled vainly in her bonds.
"Well, Kathy. When you tried to rupture me, I got plenty pissed off. I decided that you had to be properly punished for doing such a foolish thing. I'm okay, by the way. Oh, it hurt for a while, but I'm just fine now. Just fine, sweetheart," he said with a smile.
Kathy was still too frightened to look down. Her pussy was really responding to the cunt-licking, though. She could feel her pussy-juice churning around inside of her hot cunt. Jack broke out laughing as she looked hesitantly between her thighs.
"Aaaiieee! Good God in heaven! This is disgusting!" she cried as her eyes lit on a big German shepherd, his filthy animal tongue snaking out of his mouth and into her pussy. The nasty dog lapped at her pussy eagerly, and his mouth drooled as he slurped down her pussy-juice. He snuffled and sniffed lewdly at her dripping cunt as he lapped at the sensitive folds in her pussy, his raspy animal tongue raking roughly across her erect clit. "Please, stop this animal! Please, Jack!"
"No, not a chance, bitch! You deserve it for trying to rupture my balls. That was a foolish thing to do, Kathy. Now you gotta suffer." He laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach.
"You bastard!" she shrieked as she twisted and turned in the chair. Her arms were chafed from the ropes that bound her and she retched violently. The chair began to rock on its thin legs and she worked up so much momentum that it rocked and tilted and, finally, fell over.
She hit the floor hard, but the German shepherd was quickly upon her, humping her thigh with his hairy dog prick. She could feel his red cock growing hard and long against the flesh of her thigh as the dog humped and humped. The German shepherd's prick was throbbing and his tongue kept penetrating her pussy. She shuddered with revulsion. This was the most dreadful, degrading thing that had ever happened to her.
"Go for it, doggie!" Jack encouraged the German shepherd. "Go for that human pussy! Yeah, hot damn! Look at him go for your cunt, Kathy! I bet he's in seventh heaven!"
She realized that she could expect no sympathy from Jack Johnson. This perverted man was enjoying her torment. She let out a blood-curdling scream. She kept writhing about and struggling to free herself, but it was useless, for Jack had tied her securely to the chair.
The German shepherd pressed onward, burying his nose in her cunt, licking and lapping at her pussy. He was frothing at the mouth and his prick lurched forward, up her thigh and getting closer and closer to her cunt. He growled and moved upward along her naked body until his paws were on her shoulders and his dog cock was only inches away from her pussy-channel. She flinched and constricted the muscles in her cunt, but that movement only seemed to spur the dog on in his lewd actions. The dog suddenly leapt forward and she could feel his thin animal prick burrowing through her cuntlips, penetrating her wet cunt. She shuddered and shrieked.
"Aaaiieee! God! Nooooo!"
This experience was too much for her to handle. She felt as though she were losing all sense of reality. She had no control over the animal's actions. Her mind spun and every muscle in her body twitched obscenely, grotesquely.
All the while, Jack laughed loudly at her predicament, deriving some sort of perverse sense of joy from her humiliation. He goaded the big dog on. "Get her, doggie! Fuck the bitch! Give her a good animal-fucking! She deserves all you can give her!"
She turned around to curse Jack, but before she could say anything, she was overcome with terrible grief. The dog's prick was buried in her pussy and he was humping her hard and fast, his thin cock reaming out her cunt with hammer-like thrusts. His animal prick moved like a piston. The dog growled and slobbered all over her tits as he fucked her hot, wet cunt. She uttered a swift silent prayer and hoped that this nightmare would soon be over. She had never dreamed that such a vile thing could happen to her. Being fucked by a dog was beyond all comprehension. She couldn't sort out her emotions. She only wanted to be free, free of her bonds, free of this animal who was crudely mauling her pussy, fucking her with his hairy dog prick.
The German shepherd stiffened, rammed forward three more times and slumped down on the floor, rolling over and coming to rest at her feet. The dog had come in her pussy. She was terrified and when she felt his animal cum oozing out of her pussy and running down her lovely thighs, she thought that she would die of embarrassment and humiliation. A dog had come in her pussy! How would she ever be able to look at herself in a mirror again? she wondered. Her whole world seemed to crumble with the grim and painful realization that she had been forced to fuck a dog.
Jack Johnson stepped forward. He held a long butcher knife in his hand and his eyes were wide with rage. When he spoke, his voice was icy and dripping with sarcasm. "Well, my little bitch. It seems as though you don't give a shit who gets in your pants. Shit, you even let animals fuck you. That's pretty disgusting, you know that?" He leered at her wickedly and stood over her quivering naked body, a threatening scowl on his face.
She looked up at the man, wondering what he was planning to do. Would he kill her with the butcher knife? She was too frightened to speak.
Jack lunged forward and she closed her eyes, preparing to die. She could hear the sharp blade of the butcher knife slicing into something. She waited for the pain to hit her, but it did not come. Looking down, she saw that he had cut the ropes which bound her arms to the kitchen chair. She gasped with relief. Then he slit the ropes which were tied around her legs. She fell out of the chair and lay sprawled out on the floor.
"You're free now, Kathy. I suppose you were afraid I'd kill you. Well, you were wrong. I wouldn't waste my time killing a worthless cunt like you. But let me warn you. You'd better not breathe a word of what happened to anybody. You probably wouldn't want to admit that you were fucked by a dog anyway."
"Just leave me alone, will you?" she said weakly, tears streaming down her face.
"Sure, bitch! I'll leave you alone," he said. "But be warned, Kathy. I don't ever want to see your face again. If I ever see you at the office again, you'll be in real big trouble. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand," she whimpered.
Jack Johnson turned on his heels and threw down the butcher knife. She stared at the knife and stifled the urge to pick it up and stab Jack Johnson in the back. She hated the man so much it made her sick. Jack Johnson was evil and sadistic and perverted. He didn't deserve to live, she thought. But, she didn't have the courage to kill him, so she just lay on the floor and watched him depart, closing the door behind him.