Chapter 5
While her daughter was being brutally raped on the other side of the city, Janice Weatherby was having problems of her own.
Jack Harrington was still by the side of the bed glaring down at her. She wondered if screaming would bring help, or would her cries only succeed in enraging him. She trembled, staring up with fear in her eyes.
"We're gonna have plenty of fun," Jack said, working his fingers over his cock.
God in heaven, help me, Janice thought as she felt her pussy move. She stared at the cherry tip of his cock that seemed to glow like a branding iron. His balls were growing taut, drawn into the upper half of his sac. If only she had a knife. The image of a blade blossomed in her mind as his cock rapidly swelled to its full length and hardness. In spite of herself, she wanted to touch his cock, to feel his prick throbbing in her fingers. It had been so long since she had fucked. Even if it was with this awful man she wanted to fuck.
Fighting herself as well as Jack, the woman sobbed, drawing back on the bed. Her fists were clenched and pressed against the mattress as tears cascaded down her flushed cheeks.
"Dig it, baby? Like I said, I thought I knew you'd turn onto somethin' like this," Jack said, his voice growing lower and trembling with excitement.
Janice was dizzy with terror. What was this pervert going. to do to her? She'd heard stories where strange men often tortured their victims before having sex with them. Would that happen here? Was he going to brutalize her, mutilate her body before fucking her as she needed so desperately now? That possibility terrified her.
Jack finished undressing, pushing his pants over his ankles after having slipped off his boots and socks. Janice watched silently as if she were in a dream. For a moment she wondered if all this were real. It was impossible, unimaginable that this was happening to her. After all, she'd been to that awful singles bar only once. This sort of thing happened to women who frequented places like that all the time. Their chances of picking up on a weirdo were far greater than hers. And, yet, here she was, crawling on a bed while some maniac ...
A cold draft tightened her forehead. Sweat drenched her armpits and crotch, trickling down her scalp into her eyes. Her hair crinkled as that draft made her flesh crawl uncomfortably.
Jack moved closer now, his big cock waving, striking the front of his opened shirt.
"Yeah, we're gonna have ourselves a real nice time," he whispered, shrugging off his dress shirt. Janice slid back until she felt her fingers curling over the opposite edge of the mattress. There was no place else she could go. She felt her tits swelling, the nipples taut, straining against her bra. A spasm passed through her body, making her clit tingle, making her cunt walls rub together and itch and ache just as they had too many years ago when her husband fucked her. It was wild, crazy that she should be feeling something like this when her life was being threatened.
"NO!" she shouted.
Despite Janice's protest, her entire body was alive, quivering, wanting to be touched by him in any way.
"No? Baby, I'm not used to having women say no to me. You're gonna be begging me to keep fucking you when I get through," he said softly.
Janice watched his arm raise again. The watch on his hairy arm glittered. Then the arm came down, cutting the shadows. She screamed, hearing her high-pitched voice bouncing off the walls as the hand came down on her head, striking her hard enough to daze her. Janice's body jerked to one side, falling toward the bed. Jack was fast, grabbing her by the hair again and dragging her across the bed. Her eyelids quivered as the pain in her scalp became almost unbearable.
"Now shut up and lay there!" he snarled.
The big man pawed her tits, struggling with the blouse buttons. Cursing, he ripped open the garment, found her bra strap and yanked up. Janice tried to stay passive, to let this animal have the least amount of pleasure possible. Maybe that way he wouldn't get so worked up that he would hurt her even more. But, as her tits sprang free and the cool air struck her nipples, she yelped in horror, crossing her arms protectively over her naked tits.
Jack smiled at her violent reaction, knocking her arms aside.
"You're insane. You're crazy. I'll call the police when you're through. You won't get away with this," Janice babbled, not realizing that what she was saying would infuriate him even more.
"When I get through with you, you won't be able to call anyone," he said, grabbing her hands and curling her fingers inward. He applied such terrible pressure that the woman thought he was going to break her hands. She got the point. Swearing she wouldn't tell anyone what went on, Janice pulled her hands free, holding them under her armpits and sobbing quietly. No, she wouldn't offer him any resistance. No, that was folly!
Jack fell onto the bed, holding her tightly by the wrists again. The woman screamed, feeling the pain increase in her arms as he stared like a madman at her. His cock was brushing against her upraised knees, his balls tightening in their sac. The terrified blonde shrieked again as he dropped his head, thrusting his face against her white, jiggling tits.
He sucked hard at one nipple, biting down on the sensitive areola while flicking his tongue around the throbbing dark-red nipple. His hair brushed over the base of her throat while his black moustache and beard felt like bristle brushes against her flesh. And when his teeth sank down harder against her nipple flesh, the woman thought she was going to die from terror. Was he going to bit them off, mutilate her tits? Was he going to tear and rip at her as if he were a mad dog? Her mind went blank with fear as she felt herself being pushed down into the mattress.
"Baby, baby," he moaned.
As Janice's fear mounted, her sweat oozed more freely from her pores. It ran down her belly and into her cunt crack, mingling with her cunt juices that continued to flow. Nothing, not even the terror of what he might do, could stop her pussy from becoming more and more excited. His touch was enough to make her cunt walls tremble and snap shut on thin air. Her thighs flexed, her ass raised, pressing her belly up against his. Yes, she was glowing with sexuality in spite of or perhaps because of his brutality.
"Stop, get off me," she told him.
But she wanted his mouth on her thighs, she wanted to feel those teeth biting her cuntlips, chewing the tense, rubbery rim while his tongue dipped inside her pussyhole and tasted her frothing, hot cunt juices.
He tore off her skirt, ripping the zipper and buttons, then, clutching his fingers around the elastic waistband of her pink nylon panties, he tugged them down. In a second, Janice found herself completely stripped, naked, writhing on the bed.
With another groan of fear, she pulled back, whimpering and sobbing. Of course, Jack wasn't about to let her go. Holding her wrist with one hand, he jammed his palm between her legs, forcing them wider apart. He cupped her crotch, his right thumb ramming into her cunt.
Janice threw back her head, letting out a strangled cry of delight. The cords stood out in her neck while her arms trembled as mightily as her thighs. Jack grunted, satisfied with her reaction. He decided to try something more intense and shoved his thumb in her pussy at an angle. He found her swollen clit and crushed it under his nail.
The woman screamed louder, the cry bouncing back into her ears. Surely the neighbors could hear what was happening. Why didn't they come running to her aid, beating the doors down with the police at their heels? She twisted and panted, her neck veins distended, fighting to keep back another agonizing cry.
Jack said nothing. He rasped and panted, pulling his hand away after letting his thumb have its desired effect for several long seconds. It slipped from her cunthole, making a muted, sucking sound, reminding the woman of a pole being pulled up from the mud. After several similar finger intrusions, the big man threw her on her back, tired of his brutal foreplay.
"Now you're gonna feel what it's like to get fucked by a man!" he whispered tightly.
Janice bounced against the mattress, her eyes focused on his fat prick now sticking straight out from his hairy groin and pointing directly at her juicy pussyhole. How she wanted to feel his cock fucking in and out of her cunt, spreading apart her itchy, trembling pussylips. But Janice worried that the fucking would be over too soon. Jack was really worked up, his balls ready to spit out their load any second. Could she hold him back, stop his orgasm until hers peaked? Was it possible for her to do anything under the circumstances?
She clenched her thighs, feeling the electricity spark more intensely in her clit. The terror receded under her growing sexual excitement. And yet, instinctively, she knew she had to show fear. Janice couldn't understand why, but she knew this was how it had to be.
"Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you and all the other cunts who come in to cock tease!" he shouted, flinging himself on her belly, prying her long, lithe legs apart with his hands.
Janice's eyes were shut tightly. Tears oozed from under the closed lids. Her mouth was a tight scar. A quick pulse leaped through her throat. Her jaw tightened as she bit her lower lip and tasted blood. Yes, she was excited, excited as hell! Spasms of incredible lust sparked into her pussy, making her cuntlips tense and clamp down once again on nothing. The big man held her down by the shoulders, worming his body over hers, dry fucking his prick up and down the groove separating her torso from her thighs. It was heavenly, feeling his cock teasing her that way, feeling his masculinity all over her.
"OHHHH!" she sighed, arching her back and tilting back her head while her legs shot apart. His hot, spongy cockhead penetrated the mass of her tangled, blonde cunthairs. After some poking around, the shaft burned through her pussy, pushing apart her outer cuntlips and burrowing into her slick, juicy pussyhole. Janice thought she had died and rocketed up to heaven.
The room spun around like a merry-go-round for the woman. The force of his fucking sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her pussy, spreading to her tits and brain. He was all the way in her fuck slit now, his vein-ribbed cock fucking in and out like a tiny animal, stimulating her clit again and again. She hadn't felt something like this for too long. Memories of her husband and his wonderful fucking techniques flashed through her mind. But he wasn't as brutal. Never did he force her to act this way, hurt her in any way. This man enjoyed humiliating her, hurting her ... and God in heaven help her, Janice loved it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck you!" Jack yelled.
How strange! It was as if he were beating her, hammering at her with his cock. His face darkened and twitched while his eyes glistened and narrowed. If she didn't know better, Janice would have thought she was being fucked by Satan himself. He kept slamming into her, stretching her cunt open. And as he savagely fucked her, the scalding pain corkscrewed, becoming something greater than pain, greater even than pleasure. What was happening to her? What on earth could she call those wonderful, odd feelings coursing through her, making her react so powerfully, so shamelessly?
He fucked her harder, faster! The bed bounced, the headboard banging loudly against the wall. As he rode her like a cowboy on a bucking bronco Janice tightened up, her pussy clutching at his fucking cock. He panted hard as she started matching his feverish fucking. She loved his brutal fucking, loved every damned second. They banged and collided over and over as cries of greed and unspeakable pleasure escaped her lips. He had her where he wanted her, begging for his cock, actually begging for his cock! Dear God, it was true. What he had said had come true. She would have killed for his prick, died for his cock like a martyr for the Church! Gurgling, struggling to get him to fuck her harder, Janice turned into as much an animal as Jack was.
"Slut, whore, bitch!" he screamed.
He was going crazy. Janice didn't care. The wilder the fuck was, the better. The woman held onto him tightly, feeling those fiery flashes of orgasm starting up in her belly, whirling on up to her clit. It was as if her body were about to blow apart. She hadn't felt something like this in over ten years! The balls of her feet collided together, then banged simultaneously against his hunching lower back.
"FUCK!" she screeched.
Janice felt him writhing and wriggling like a stuck animal on top of her. His cock ballooned, jerked and twitched inside her cunt. She felt something terribly hot and sticky burning into her pussy walls, filling up her cunt and spilling out from around the sides of his pumping cock. He was shooting, spraying out his hot load into her sucking pussy. Yes, yes, she wanted all his cum. The woman felt her cunt contracting, the tiny muscles cramping and milking at the sides of Jack's firing cock. More and more cum filled her pussy hole. The woman curled her fingers and scratched his hairy back, drawing him even closer against her body while shifting her thighs from side to side, trying to increase the wet friction of his prick against her cunt. Yes, she was cumming, cumming for the first time in ten years with a cock in her cunthole! How lovely, how unspeakably wonderful the feeling was. Kicking and screaming, Janice bit and chewed at anything within reach.
"Fuck it out, cunt! Fuck it out, fuck that pussy out!" he snarled.
Janice held on for dear life as he thrust forward, driving his cock up her cunt like a knife, spilling out the last of his wad. Janice felt her clit sputter out, leaving her drained utterly. Jack wriggled a little more, then stopped, holding her tightly down against the mattress while moving his thighs subtly back and forth, drawing as much sensation from his cum as possible.
When he was through, he pushed away, grunting, looking down at her.
"Dig it?" he asked.
Janice didn't know how to react. Should she smile, tell him he was wonderful? Should she scramble out from under him, grabbing what she could of her clothing and rush out the door before he got any more weird ideas about fucking?
"Sure you did," he said, answering his question for her.
Jack moved back, keeping his gaze fastened on the naked, panting blonde. Reaching behind him, he raised the top of one of the trunks, fishing blindly inside until he found what he was looking for. Janice raised her head, staring heavy-lidded at him. How wonderful that delicious glow was covering her flesh felt. It made her so drowsy, incapable of moving an inch even when she saw those lengths of half-inch rope hanging from his hands.
"I'm gonna have some fun with you all fuckin' night," he said, moving around to the other side of the bed.
Jack drew both hands together high over her head after turning her around and laying her lengthwise across the mattress. With one twentyinch piece, the big man looped the line around her wrists, binding her hands together with a doublehitch slip knot, finishing off with a figure-eight.
Janice trembled, feeling the rough surface of the hemp, chafing her wrists. Still she put up no resistance, finding little strength and will for that.
"What are you d-d-doing?" she stammered, feeling him shoving her down, then stretching her bound hands over her head.
Jack said nothing, drawing her wrists through the openings of the Mediterranean-style headboard, then tying them with another figure-eight to the wooden ornaments decorating the article of furniture. Janice wriggled upward to ease the strain on her arms.
"Now you can't do a fuckin' thing, can you?" he asked, drawing his fingers up and down her firm flesh.
Janice wiggled her head back and forth, watching as Jack sat down next to her.
"We're gonna have us one hell of a night, baby. My cock's gonna get real hard in a few more minutes. I can do that, chick, can really cum a bunch of times in one night. When I get through with you, you won't walk for a week."
Struggling in her bonds, Janice stared at the big man, his bright eyes, his satanic beard and moustache and believed him.