Chapter 2
Janet twisted like a snake in the man's hard grip. He wrapped the top sheet around her wrists tightly, pinning them to her hips while he started sucking at her neck. Janet groaned, her legs hiking up and kicking at the big man's feet while his hot lips slid down her shoulders toward her jutting titties. The brunette moaned again as she felt him sliding his hands down to her waist, his fingers digging greedily into her soft flesh.
"Fuck. I can smell that ol' cunt juice comin' out," he said.
Janet groaned with wounded pride and pain as the unknown man bit hard into her tit flesh. His big, powerful teeth dug in just above the top of her right nipple, making the brunette throw her head back and bang it hard against the wall. Her fingers dug helplessly into the twisted top sheet as the pain ripped through her body.
"NOOOOOO," she screamed.
As if on cue the man pulled back. Janet tensed as she saw that right hand rise again. He smiled, his thick lips protruding from the slit at the bottom of the wool mask. When she lay cringing against the wall again, he advanced. Janet trembled realizing he had the hungry, fixed stare of a sewer rat. Her hands were still tangled in the wrinkled top sheet. Suddenly the brunette felt the man's hands sliding around her waist, roughly kneading her tender skin and pushing her back on the squeaking bed.
As she trembled in terror, the man's lips pulled back across his teeth in a leering, almost insane smile. Janet flattened herself into a tiny ball on the bed. Her hands were finally free and she covered her crotch with them. For a second the brunette had the feeling he was going to lunge forward and rip her to shreds with those powerful, gleaming white teeth.
"Ott, no!" Janet moaned as she saw that hand go up again. It came down so quickly Janet didn't realize what happened until she heard the crack and felt the sharp pain across her cheek.
"OHHHHHH," she cried. The blow's force made her head throb all over again. Her head snapped back, cracking loudly against the wall behind her. Janet groaned again and tried to pull herself up. But the man grabbed her hard by the shoulders, shaking her body violently until her tit slapped loudly against her chest. Janet's head rolled from side to side as she tried desperately to focus her vision and attention on what was happening. She felt him pull her several inches down from the far edge of the bed and thought he was going to fling her to the floor. Instead he shoved her back suddenly, sending her crashing on the mattress with such force her body bounced several times before finally resting quietly.
"Now," he said decisively.
Janet's eyes were accustomed to the dark now. She watched with mingled fascination and horror as the big man slid off the bed and stood spread-legged only inches away from her. She could make out his form now-big-framed, menacing, destructively powerful. His lips twisted again into a smile as he reached down and unbuttoned the fly of his dirty jeans. She could smell something like gasoline now and guessed it came from his soiled Levi's.
He reached the last button then peeled them open. Janet peered closely at his crotch. She could almost feel the sexual heat radiating out of that crotch.
The big man moved slowly back into the dim moonlight, and Janet could at last see what hung between his legs.
"OHHHH," Janet gasped. The man reached down and was stroking his fiery erection, lazily teasing himself as he stared down at Janet's big tits. He moaned softly, his hand sliding up the length of his hard cock shank. He was giving his cock a gentle pressure until the vein traversing the length of that eight-inch shaft rose up and pressed against the hot, tight-fitting dick skin. Even in the dim light Janet could make out a drop of cum clinging to the end of that stiff prick. The big man ran his fingers over that drop, squeezing out another while he slicked down his rod with the seminal lubricant. Filming his cock over with the cum, the big man made it glisten in the moonlight.
"That's gonna stick in you, babe. That's gonna split them cuntlips apart and make you feel like you're gonna bust apart."
She watched silently as he let his jeans fall to his ankles. Janet sobbed and pressed her bare back against the wall, her fists clenched tightly and pressed protectively against her chest. The brunette wasn't a virgin. But Janet had always expected and received gentle, loving treatment from her sex partners. This was the first time she'd ever been brutalized in this humiliating, low way.
Why doesn't he do something? Janet almost screamed to herself. She felt the hot sweat drench her arm pits and furry crotch.
The big man raised one leg, then the other, stepping slowly out of his jeans. Janet moaned softly as she saw the silhouette of his cock sway lazily back and forth with every movement he made.
Then he stepped closer, his fat cock swaying back and forth as he reached up and quickly unbuttoned his flannel shirt. Shrugging it off, the man stood towering above her, naked except for that grotesque ski mask covering his face.
Janet felt her tits swell with excitement as a spasm passed through her body. It slammed through her cunt, making her clit tingle with a strange, sharp kind of excitement. It was a different kind from what she felt with Chuck. As her pussy juice gushed out from between her cuntlips Janet realized the man was right when he mocked her about her snatch. As much as she hated to admit it, the brunette knew he was right when he joked about her wanting his dick. It was craving that both startled and excited Janet.
Suddenly the man's hand came down, his fingers wrapping around her long brown hair. Slowly he backed up, pulling forward and forcing her to rise to her feet. She screamed out loud, then felt his free hand slap hard against her open mouth and prevent her from making a sound louder than a muffled groan. Her eyelids quivered as he dragged her to the center of the room. The big man let go of Janet's hair when he had her positioned. The brunette groaned with relief and swayed backward as he pawed her big tits.
"Oh, God!" Janet moaned as the big man dropped to his knees and thrust his face against her white jugs. His teeth tore at her nipples while his powerful fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks. Janet wanted to scream out loud. But she remembered the slaps she'd received when she tried to escape or cry out for help. No one could hear her.
"Ummmm," he groaned, digging his fingers harder into her bruised flesh. Janet tried to keep her balance, gritting her teeth together and throwing her head back in horror as she felt those teeth gnawing into her tender nipples. The cords in her neck stood out as she felt the man's fingers sliding up to her belly, then trailing down the hot skin to the first line of pussy hairs outlining the top of her cuntal mound. With his right hand the man was slipping around to her ass. Then he pushed to the center of her firm buttocks, trailing his fingers down her narrow asscrack, pushing them down toward her puckered bunghole while he continued chewing at her stiffened nipples.
"Don't," Janet cried out helplessly as she felt him kneading her butt-cheeks roughly, sliding his fingers closer and closer toward her shitter. At the same time he slid his face down to her crotch, pressing his nose into the damp, dark slit between her labia inhaling the pungent odor of her pussy juice. Janet twisted helplessly as she felt her cunt spasm deliciously from the pressure against her snatch. He was shoving his nose into her pussy, burrowing it into her snatch and moaning at the same time. The brunette's clit throbbed gently as she felt the top of his nose brush and scrape against the edge of her fully erect clit-shaft.
Then he pulled away suddenly and rose to his feet, holding her right wrist with one hand while he jammed his palm between her legs. He forced her thighs wider apart, cupping her crotch with his palm. He squeezed gently, increasing the pressure slowly and steadily. Janet threw back her head, moaning louder and louder as she felt her cunt spasm under, that grip. She hunched forward, willingly impaling her cunt on his right thumb.
"Hot to trot, slut?" he asked in a husky whisper. Janet could only moan out an incoherent answer.
He pulled his hand around to the side and stroked her hot, sweaty thighs. The brunette sighed with relief as she felt those motions unsticking her cuntlips, letting in some cool air into her exposed pussy. She swayed, then cried out as he threw her back. This time Janet didn't feel the cold, hard floor slapping against her buttocks. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the sexual electricity in her slit. Her tit swayed and jiggled from the impact of the landing, the violent movement of her jugs sending strange tight pleasurable sensations to her nipples and twat.
"Swing on that dick," the big man said, moving quickly up to her and reaching down. Janet groaned helplessly as she felt the fingers of his right hand slip through her long brown hair, then close tightly around several strands. He yanked up and forward, dragging her head painfully forward until her face crashed against his hairy, hot groin!
Janet didn't do anything for several seconds. She could feel the hot, leathery sensation of his heavy, cum-filled balls resting against her cheek. She could feel the jizz churning in those tough, hairy sacs while the big man's cock jerked against her forehead. In some strange way, that position was one of the most comfortable and exciting she'd ever been in.
Then he moved, sliding his hips back and dragging his long cock across her face before its tip finally pushed at Janet's compressed lips. He jerked up on her hair harder, forcing her to open her mouth in pain. With one quick movement he jerked forward, sliding the full length of that thick, eight-inch cock into Janet's mouth.
The brunette tried to pull away. She felt that mass of hot, throbbing flesh pushing all the air out of her mouth and lungs, choking her with its mighty mass while her own spittle trickled down her throat and nearly drowned her. But the big man held on tight, rotating his powerful thighs slightly and churning his prick in her mouth while he kept yanking at her hair.
Janet gagged again as that pulsating dick pushed hard against her tonsils and tried to slip down her throat. Her tongue came out to try to push the invading dick out. But the big man only seemed to enjoy her struggles. His stiff rod slid easily past the tongue and buried itself deep in her mouth with another powerful thrust.
Janet felt her face flush with shame and struggle while her cheeks puffed out from the incredible cock mass rammed inside her. Her nostrils flared and her eyes bulged as the big man started mouth-fucking her. His heavy, hanging balls slapped against the bottom of her chin as his fucking rhythm grew faster and faster. The long, thick groove under his flared cockhead beat against the top of her tongue.
The brunette could taste something warm and salty gradually filling her mouth as she tried to adjust her jaw. The pain at the roots of her hair strangely seemed to die away as she concentrated on the man's ramming cock. She could hear the wet, gurgling sounds she made as that dick slipped in and out between her full red lips.
With every breath she took, Janet could smell the hot, pungent scent of that man's sweat as it trickled down his powerful hairy chest, over his flat heaving belly, and finally down through the thick matting of cock hairs that sanded roughly across her hot, flushed cheeks.
"UNNNNGH!" the man cried, pulling his cock out of Janet's mouth as quickly as he slipped it in. The brunette leaned back, resting her rounded buttocks on the balls of her feet. She turned her head up and watched as the man wrapped his fingers tightly around the throbbing dick-shaft. Janet almost felt a flush of pride as she watched him squeeze that big rod. He was trying to keep from shooting that thickly packed jizz. He was the rapist; and she'd managed to blow his cool.
"Fucking bitch pig! You like to get your mouth full of cock, don't you?" the man said savagely as he finally brought his body under control. Those words, coupled with a definite menacing tone accompanying them, made Janet cringe with horror. She moved her knees backward, sliding toward the bed away from the towering rapist. He looked like some kind of grotesque animal out of Greek mythology. His beautiful body glistened in the dim moonlight while that ugly head peered down at her as if it were going to devour her.
"Oh, God, please, don't. Oh, don't hurt me," Janet whimpered as she sensed something changing in the air. "No, no," she cried in a tiny, tight voice as she tried to stop the chain of lustful thoughts building in her mind. As much as she feared the man, she lusted after his prick.
Suddenly he flung himself down on her belly, crouching down in a squatting position, then rolling forward and sliding on top of her. Janet groaned in terror and desire as she felt herself being pushed back to the cold floor.
The brunette knew she should have been outraged by this attack. She should be fighting with every ounce of strength she had to push the big man off her naked, writhing body. But something deep in her was betraying her. Janet felt a former unknown lust flooding her body with a forbidden warmth that melted every ounce of resistance she could muster. As she felt his stiff, wiry body hairs stab into the pores of her hot, sweaty skin; as she felt his hot dick rubbing desperately up and down the slick, puffy gash between her violated labia; as she felt his balls sliding across the trembling, smooth skin of her inner thighs, Janet knew she was lost. As much as she fought and screamed for him to stop, she was really wanting more of the same.
"Yeah, slut. You want this dick. Shit, you want it so bad you wanna shit on the floor. Well, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to piss for a week," the man said gruffly in her right ear, opening his mouth and biting down on her fleshy lobe as if to emphasize his point.
Janet groaned with pain, then squeezed her asscheeks together and hunched up. That movement forced her cuntlips to pull apart, peeling back and letting the full length of the man's fat rod slide in partially and rub against that sensitive area of membrane between the outer and inner labia. She groaned again as she felt his fat dick rubbing against her erect clit.
"No," Janet moaned. Tears oozed from under her tightly closed lids. She felt a hard, throbbing pulse leap through her throat. Her jaw tightened and she clenched her teeth as she felt her nipples stretching and stiffening even more against the hot roughness of the rapist's hairy, pressing chest. Spasms of lust ripped through her heaving belly as she felt her stomach churn and turn over with desire. Her cunt trembled and contracted periodically as that fat rod worked its way deeper and deeper into her hole.
"Fuck," he grunted, lifting his hairy, muscular thighs up in the air and dragging his dick across her furry slash. She felt his weight press down until she could feel the hot, spongy mass of his dickhead plowing through the mass of her tangled blonde cunt hair. The cords in her neck stood out as she rolled her head from side to side, groaning softly to herself.
His chest pressed her full titties into two flat fleshy hills as his cockshaft burned through her pussylips. Then it was burrowing deep into her cunt with incredible speed and strength. The force sent shock waves through her pussy, into her tits and belly. It made her head ache and her brain numb with surprise and delight.
Janet tilted her head back and closed her eyes, stretching her mouth open wider and crying out something incoherent, almost primeval, as she felt the big dick slip all the way in her. Her pussy gripped his hot cock-skin like a vise as he lowered his face to her neck and started biting her sensitive skin. His powerful belly slid across hers on a thick layer of sweat. He raised his thighs up, pulling his cock halfway out of Janet's hole. She could feel that pulling sensation turn her pussy into a pulpy, hot throbbing mess of sex-flesh as his cockhead pressed against her inner cuntlips. He slammed into her again, stretching her cunt open again. The continuous, rapid-fire raping was driving her crazy, raising multi-colored lights in her brain and filling her ears with the sounds of thunderous explosions.
"Ugh. Ugh. Ugh," Janet cried with each forward thrust. His thick, hairy legs wrapped around hers, pinning them down to the cold floor as his body ground and slammed mercilessly into hers. She felt her pussylips stretched and pounded flat by the heavy fucking blows. Her shoulders and back ached from the pressure as his fucking became harder and more frenzied. Suddenly she realized her hands were sliding up over his powerful, heaving shoulders and were coupling together behind his back. She was pressing down, pulling him harder onto her hunching, thrashing body as he fucked her mindless.
He was fucking her harder, faster. And as he savagely ripped into her body, Janet felt the scalding pain develop into something stranger and more powerful than that brutal pain in her violated snatch. He panted harder and more unevenly as Janet gripped his dick with her pussy. She felt her muscles tense as her clit throbbed.
They collided over and over, grinding their bodies together in a mindless battle. Janet was crying and whimpering now. But this time her cries were those of greed and hunger, not pain and terror. She held him more tightly than before, digging her sharp fingernails into his tough skin as the first bursts of cum burned into her pussy. Janet cried out as she felt his cock jumping against her sensitive cunt walls. She held on for life as he thrust forward, driving his cock up her slit and spilling his hot jizz into her hole. The brunette wailed and whimpered, raising her buttocks off the floor and grinding her hole against the hairy groin as she tried to come.
"Nooo, NOOOOOOOO!" she cried, jerking her body back and forth crazily. Her cuntal muscles contracted, snapping the long ring of pussy tightly around the man's still squirting dick. Janet's legs jerked up, then in, banging hard against the rapist's sides as she felt one throb, then another rip through her clit. Her juices flowed freely out of her slit, mixing together with the big man's spurting cum. Janet cried meaningless phrases over and over, babbling happily as her orgasm swept over her.
She held on to him tightly even after she felt that last squirt of cum spatter against her pussy walls. As much as he'd humiliated and brutalized her, he'd shown her a sexual plain of delight she'd never dreamed of. Of course she was terrified, wondering what he was going to do to her now. At the same time the brunette found she couldn't let go of his almost overwhelming masculine force on top of her.
"It's all over, slut," he finally grunted out, pushing his body up and dragging his softening dick out of her tight hole.
Janet felt her hair stand on end at the sound of those words. She felt sure he was going to strangle her. The brunette whimpered deep in her throat as she watched him raise his hand high in the air. Then his big palm sliced through the air. She closed her eyes just as it slammed across her right cheek. What followed was merciful darkness.