Chapter 1
Jill Marsten screamed as the ropes cut into her upturned tits like the teeth of a small animal. The man jerked the slack from the rough hemp, then tied a tight knot at her back. He jerked her legs forward so hard, her upper body crashed backward. Another piece of rope burned around her ankles.
"You . . . bastard!" she yelled, her outrage at last reaching full force. She tried to kick free. "Let me go, or I'll-"
"You'll what?" the man said, then leaned for- ward. He slapped her soundly across the face, causing her blonde hair to sweep over the carpet like a-silky waterfall. "Huh, baby? You'll fucking what?" He hit her again.
Through tears and the agony of pain, Jill looked up at her tormentor. How could she have thought when he walked into her pet shop just ten minutes ago that he was handsome? He was the Devil!
Some of her courage left her as she suddenly realized what might be in store for her. If his motive had been robbery, why had he taken all these elaborate precautions and stripped her naked?
"Look," she said, trying to force a timbre of reason in her voice, "just take what money there is and . . . and leave. Don't hurt me again."
"Money?" the man asked, grinning sadistically. "You think I want money?" He ran his fingers over her nude body, resting his palm against the corn-colored hairs of her pussy. "Baby, I don't want money," he cooed, his eyes dropping to where his hand lay. "I want some hot, oozing pussy."
Jill restrained from screaming. She'd read about things like this, and it was happening a lot more often lately, but not in pet stores. Sure, in convenience stores and fast-food places, where a fifty-or sixty-dollar haul was almost guaranteed, but not a pet store! She still refused to believe that his motive wasn't robbery.
She opened her mouth to scream out again. Perhaps that woman who ran the fabric shop next door was still there. A flood of pain engulfed her body. The man had jabbed his fingers savagely into the dry entrance of her cunt. Her yell became a splutter of helplessness.
"You're so pretty," he said, clamping his left hand over her mouth. "Don't make me ruin you, sweetheart."
The tone in his voice sent a chill up and down Jill's spine. The thoughts of robbery, even of rape, left her. She was now terrified that he might kill her. She felt her bowels loosen, her heart thunder in her throat. A tiny gasp burst from her lips.
"You're so pretty," he said again, his eyes moving over her body, his gaze caressing her like a gentle touch. His glance took in the wide, green eyes, the oval face, the halo of silky blonde hair about her head and shoulders. "You're gonna be good," he added, swallowing hard. "Maybe the best ..."
He removed his left hand and quickly crushed his mouth down on hers. As his probing tongue jabbed between her teeth and lapped at the roof of her mouth, Jill flinched again. Not from disgust. It was . . . almost enjoyable. His mouth was warm, smelled of beer and cigarettes. She became suddenly aware of his hulking size. That had been the first thing to attract her when he'd walked in the store. He was big and meaty, his muscles bulging with each movement. He was wearing an off-white turtleneck that hugged the sculptured angles of his chest, showed off his waspish waist to full advantage. His hips were narrow, but gave way to thick, column-like thighs. Well over six feet tall, he had been striking. Perfectly handsome with a shock of chocolate-brown hair and eyes of the same color. But the look in those eyes had startled her. There was no warmth when she'd smiled, asked him if she could help him.
Those dead eyes were just inches from hers. She struggled, feeling suddenly that this man was more an animal than any of the pets in her store. As she squirmed, his hands moved over her trapped body.
"Don't fight it, baby," he said, gasping into her mouth. "You know you want it as bad as I do. I saw the way you looked at me. Like you could fucking eat me. And I'm gonna give you that chance."
Jill's mind flooded with raw fear. And the pain! His hands were rough, nothing like how her boyfriend Larry touched her, and those ropes felt like boa constrictors, squeezing the life out of her.
She turned her head to one side and gave a long, rattling yell. At the same time, she bucked upward, throwing him off her body.
"All right, you little whore," the man said, grabbing her throat, choking off her scream, "I guess it's time I stuffed something in that little mOuth of yours."
Jill's eyes bulged under the pressure of his grasp. Then, to her amazement, he began fumbling with his belt. He slipped it through the loops, then wrapped it around her neck. After passing the end of it through the buckle, he yanked hard. The pressure was even harder than his fingers had been, cutting off her air and any further scream.
"I'll loosen it a little if you promise to shut the fuck up," the man said. "Because, baby, there's nothing you can do to stop me."
Jill's mind exploded with a million thoughts. Kick and scream. Sure, sure. How do you kick and scream when you have a belt around your neck, your hands and feet are tied, and you have two hundred pounds of solid muscle on top of you?
"Well?" he asked, pulling harder on his belt.
Jill quickly nodded her head up and down. Immediately, she felt the belt loosen and she gulped in air.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she gasped, her voice shaking with fear.
"It's not what I'm going to do, baby, but what you're gonna do," the man said, again fumbling with his jeans.
Jill watched with mounting horror as he shucked out of his clothes. Undressed, he was even more muscular than she'd guessed. Without an ounce of fat, his frame was like statues she'd seen in books about Greek gods. Unlike the smooth marble, however, his flesh was dark, covered with short, dark-brown hairs. His cock jutted upward like an obscene snake.
At first, she thought her eyes must be playing tricks on her. No man could be that big! It was something you would see on a horse, for God's sake. As thick as her wrist and as long as her arm, it wasn't a penis . . . but an instrument of torture!
"No!" she gasped, her eyes locked on the purplish tip of his shaft. Whatever it was he planned on doing, she didn't want to be a part of it. "Please . . . God, no . . ."
He was suddenly on top of her, his knees bruising her armpits. He held his cock down at an angle. He rolled the end of his shaft over her gaping mouth.
"Suck on it, cocksucker," he said.
Jill shook her head, feeling the rumblings of vomit at the back of her throat. He smelled of sweat and dirt, dried piss and something acrid. A tiny, glistening drop of . . . something . . . had burned her lips as it oozed from his cum-hole. It tasted like acid.
"I said . . . suck me," he said, his voice cruel. "Because if you don't suck me, I'm just gonna w have to fuck that sweet little throat of yours. And, let me tell you, I'm not known to be the gentlest man alive."
Jill didn't doubt that fact for a moment. What could she do? Humiliate herself by opening her mouth and drawing that awful monster into her throat? Was that part of his game, to make her say that she . . . liked it? No, she wouldn't be a part of it.
The next couple of seconds proved that she had little choice in the matter.
"Okay, you asked for it," the man grunted. He leaned forward and heaved his full weight against her face. "Now . . . suck, bitch!" he growled.
Jill thought the back of her throat would tear out when the gigantic slab of cock drilled between her lips. And, when she thought he would take it out and let her breathe, he kept plunging forward. The meaty cockhead slammed between her tonsils, pressed against the muscles at the back of her throat, then sank down. A burning pain shot into her breasts.
"Aaaaghhhh," she spluttered, feeling his cock hairs scratch her nose and upper lip.
His balls throbbed, hanging over her chin. She gave another muffled groan, trying to pull away, yet she realized that it was pointless. She was simply no match for his brute, animal strength.
"Ahhh . . . that's fine," the man grunted, squirming his ass around. "Bet your pussy is just about as tight ..."
If his cock caused so much pain in her throat, Jill wondered with horror what it would feel like being thrust up her cunt. Probably tear her wide open, split her like a pod!
She could almost see it, grinding between her swollen, puckered pussy lips, inching farther toward the base of her spine. The thickness would stretch her cunt entrance, and then those hairy balls would crawl up the insides of her thighs, rest at the bottom of her ass crack. He would . . .
Jill's thoughts were interrupted by a flash of . . . pleasure! It welled inside her cunt, then seemed to radiate outward, finally clutching at her clit like a claw. She squirmed around, trying to fight the sensation, but as she moved, her loose folds of cunt flesh hugged her clit tighter, increased the ecstasy.
Her lips clamped around the root of his prick, her tongue began playing up and down the monstrous shaft.
"See," the man said. "I fucking knew you'd like it. Now suck on me. I've got some cum just begging to get eaten out."
Cum, Jill thought. God, no! That was just one thing she wouldn't do, even for Larry, even though they were going to get married in a few months. She would reluctantly go down on her fianc‚, but when she tasted the burning of his nearing climax, she would finish him off with her hand.
"Mmmffffff!" she screamed, trying now to spit his cock out. Her hands were working furiously, trying to slip from the tight bonds of rope.
"Hey, what's the matter?" the man laughed. "You don't like taking it in the mouth? Well, too fucking bad, baby, 'cause now you're gonna do it."
With that, he began humping savagely in and out of her throat, his hands behind her head. Each driving stroke of his prick was accompanied by a hard jerk of his hands, crushing her face fully against his crotch.
Jill couldn't believe this was happening. Just a few minutes ago, she had been feeding some baby gerbils with tiny bottles of milk, her mind on the day when she would have children, and of Larry.
Larry.
He was so safe, so comfortable, and that's what she always wanted in a man. So strong, yet gentle, and considered her needs above even his own. And perhaps their lovemaking hadn't been that exciting, but it had been adequate. After all, what girl could expect blinding flashes and bells and . . .
A spasm of hard pleasure shot into her cunt, making her scream out again. Her lips once more locked furiously onto the man's plunging cock shaft. The ecstasy began building, even though she fought it. A slippery, oozing sensation wet the in- sides of her thighs.
"That's . . . better," the man grunted, pumping his ass up and down, gouging his prick brutally into her throat. "Come on, cocksucker. Lick my dick. Chew on it. Suck on my cum like a sweet little girl . . ."
The man was so forceful, so hard and hairy. And his cock was so huge. The ropes cut into her flesh, sending waves of pain throughout her body. Never before had she been so aware of the physical side of herself. It was as if each nerve and every cell throbbed with distinct, tiny explosions. Her pussy walls tightened, oozing out a stream of juice.
"Mmmmffff!" she choked, lunging her head upward. Her nose dug into his wiry crotch hairs, her chin bumped his balls.
Her throat was ready, now begging for the cum her mind had refused just a few moments before. She wanted it! She wanted to know the taste, the feel of it bubbling into her stomach. It would be thick, greasy, like curdled milk, and it would burn over her fluttering membranes . . .
"Aaaghhhhhh!" she spluttered, twisting her head around, gobbling greedily on his pulsating cock.
"Shit ... yes, baby," the man grunted, plunging in and out of her mouth with his full strength. His ass was a blur, his fucking causing their bodies to smack together. "All the way in, whore. Suck me fucking dry. Any second and I'll blow your mouth full of hot cum!"
A massive convulsion of pure release hit the walls of Jill's pussy. At first, it was so fantastically powerful, it seemed painful, as if her insides had been doused with acid. Soon, however, she realized that she was experiencing real pleasure for the first time.
Heaving her body upward, she felt another spasm of ecstasy. This time, the release wasn't as quick, but just as intense. Her insides filled with heat, then seemed to burst, creating a vacuum. She suddenly wanted . . . craved his cock inside her pussy.
If only he would take his cock out of her mouth and plunge it in her pussy, then fuck her eyes out!
No, her throat seemed to say. I want it. I want that delicious juice pouring over me.
Another orgasm burst into her guts, freezing her body in a paroxysm of pure, raw pleasure. And then, when she was positive it couldn't get any better, it did. She felt his cockbase jerk with life, then she knew that his cum was boiling upward from his balls.
A couple of more seconds and she would taste and feel the power of his cumload.
"Unhhhh!" the man groaned, jabbing hard into her throat and squirming his ass around. "Suck . . . now, cocksucker!"
A massive spasm of his cock sent the first of his thundering globs of cum into her throat. The pulsating juices seemed to explode, sending a shower of molten fluid upward, where it boiled behind her nose. Seconds later, as more of his greasy globs of jism shot into her throat, twin streams of cum burned from both her nostrils.
"Lick it, bitch," the man said, crawling over her upper body, stabbing his spewing cock savagely into her throat. "Eat it and suck me off . . . every goddamned drop. Suck it to your . . . cum-sucking brains!"
Jill didn't think it was possible for a man to have so much cum. When she thought he surely must be finished-her throat and mouth were churning, overflowing-he thrust in even more! Soon, thick wads crawled across her cheeks, wet the hollow of her throat. And still he kept fucking in more!
"Mmmffffff!" she screamed, feeling her pussy expand, then explode with the most delicious orgasm she could imagine. The heat from her cunt seemed to shoot upward, meeting the cum as it boiled into her stomach. She bucked and writhed, clawed at the ropes at her wrists. This time, however, it was to jerk them free in order to grip that tight, furry ass and grind his crotch even harder against her face. She yelled out again, her voice a hungry muffle.
"All of it . . . cum-sucker," the man said, final- ly punching in the last wad of cum. He squirmed over her face, then went limp, crushing his full weight on her. "Ahhh . . . shit . . . yes," he groaned, his chest heaving with satisfaction.
As Jill lay beneath him, she found it almost impossible to believe what had happened. She had reacted violently to what he had done, and she had . . . begged for it! She felt a wave of humiliation sweep around her like a damp fog.
It was almost as if she had been unfaithful to Larry, to herself. And what would happen when she reported this to the police?
"Well, yes, I did have a climax," she would say. "Several in fact. And I loved the feel, the taste of his cum as it boiled down my throat? What was that? Oh, yes, I tried to free myself, because, you see, I wanted to jab my fingernails into his muscular ass and shove him harder against my face."
Jesus!
She felt betrayed. How could she ever look herself in the mirror again? Knowing that she had . . . wanted him to do it. No, needed him to do it!
"Well, that was okay for starters," the man said, rolling away. He reached over and grabbed a cigarette. After blowing a thick cloud of blue smoke, he turned and gave Jill a wide grin. "You about ready for round two?"
Jill ran her tongue over her lips, still savoring the rich flavor of his cooling cum. He wasn't finished? Surely after all that jism, he'd be dry!
"What do you mean?" she asked, fearing the worst.
"I like to give my ladies a choice," the man chuckled. "Your pussy or your asshole," he added, running his fingers over her stomach.
"My . . . asshole?" Jill gasped. Surely he didn't mean to . . . "No!" she said, her eyes wide with terror.
"Then I guess I'll have to make the choice for you," he grinned, crushing out the cigarette in the carpet.
Jill felt as if she had descended into hell with the Devil himself.