Chapter 1
Angie pulled at the ropes twisted around her wrists, feeling the rough hemp rubbing chafingly against her flesh as she licked her dry lips. Joe Gantner was on top of her, his fingers pressed hard against her upper arms while his donkey-sized cock brushed teasingly against her inner thighs. Roped and raped! The two words clattered about her whirling mind as she twisted and writhed atop the wrinkled, sweaty top sheets.
"Gonna fuck you good, Mrs. Barrington. Gonna fuck you 'til you can't stand it anymore."
Angie felt her ear grow hot and ticklish as Joe blew softly into the waxy canal. He was whispering things to her ... things he was going to do to her that made her shiver with terror and excitement. Oh, how alive her body was to his touch. The woman quivered when she felt his iron-hard cock brushing against her pussy mound. It had been so long, so very long since someone had fucked her. And now he was doing it this way-ropes twisted around her hands, her arms drawn back over her head and affixed to the headboard! Another thrill of chilly sexual heat rippled up her spine, making Angie curl her back and tighten her ass-cheeks. The bedsprings groaned as the hot woman twisted from side to side, juice oozing from her fuckslot like lava from a volcano.
"Ohhhhhh, please..."
Please what? Please fuck her? Yes, that's what the delivery man was doing. She had been waiting for him. Only now Angie realized just how long she had been waiting for him this morning, sitting there nervously tapping her fingers along the edge of her empty coffee cup, staring out at the empty backyard, waiting for the sound of his car as it neared her back door with the groceries she had Ordered. Her daughter, Cindy, was at school and wouldn't be home for nearly five hours. It hadn't taken long for Joe to make his move, especially with Angie standing there in a sheer white silky bathrobe that revealed all her attractive curves.
"Baby, baby..."
Where was he going? Angie felt the bed sagging, felt Joe sliding off the mattress. Opening her eyes, she watched as he rummaged through her bureau. Was he going to rob her? After she had fallen into his arms, Angie said something about being tied up, wanting to feel overpowered, mastered by a man. Joe had taken the hint and had found several pieces of rope in the kitchen drawers, roping several figure-eight knots around the blonde woman's wrists and binding them to the Spanish style headboard behind her. That, Angie thought, would be that. But apparently Joe had other plans.
"You know, been deliverin' groceries like this for over a month now," he muttered, his paw-like hands sifting through Angie's silken under things. "Ever since I got laid off at the Kaiser steel plant there in Fontana. Seen lots of you cunts give me the eye. But there ain't been nothin' like you, baby. And I'm gonna have my fill of it today."
Angie lay breathless, her nostrils burning with each gasp she inhaled. How tight her chest was! How dry her throat and mouth were, nearly cracking with the lack of moisture as a sheen of perspiration glowed over her smooth, white body. Angie was more aware than ever of the ropes holding her in place. She watched as more of her underpanties and bras came flying from the bureau.
Oh, how handsome Joe was-tall, dark hair, eyebrows that nearly met over his long straight nose! He reminded her of those fierce Turk warriors who used to crash into villages at the turn of the century and kill all the men, finishing up their terrible tasks by raping the women to death. Yes, the thought of having Joe rape her to death made Angie tremble even more with excitement. She let out another shivery moan, pulling at the ropes until she could feel a shock of pain race up and down her bound arms. "Yeah, this'll do it."
Joe turned around, a pair of pantyhose and a silken belt in one hand. Angie didn't dare ask what was going to happen. She felt him gripping her ankles with both hands, holding them together and pulling them back until her toes were touching the smooth, rounded bottoms of her naked ass. He told her not to move or she'd get slapped. There was an edge to his voice that told Angie he meant business.
"Oh, no, I won't ... I promise," she whispered, her heart beating so hard, the woman thought it would rip through her chest!
"Damn bitch ... movin' that ass around all the time like you were wantin' it. I know that kinda cunt, man. You're a cock-tease, pretendin' you've got a hot pussy when all you want to do is fuck up my head," Joe said through his clenched teeth, wrapping the silken belt around her ankles. Angie winced as the silk cut into her flesh. He was tying her far too tight for this to be considered comfortable. But again, the woman thought better about complaining. Joe was off on some terrible tangent, and the woman guessed he would become more ferocious if she were to make a sound.
"Uhhhh..." she moaned quietly.
Joe was tugging the silk more tightly around her ankles, twisting the material around and around, binding the ends together in a square knot.
"Yeah, Goddamned cunts, teasin' a guy with their pussies and asses, then not puttin' out. Well," Joe said, laughing softly under his breath as he reached down and picked up the pantyhose, "you're gonna put out like you ain't fucked before, lady."
He was drawing her legs back a little farther. Angie groaned, pressing her head into the pillow behind her as she felt the tension become uncomfortable around her thighs and lower back. He was bending her into a U, pressing her toes against her lower spine. Angie tried squirming around to find a more comfortable position. But it was impossible!
She was on her right side now, Joe attaching the pantyhose to her bound ankles, then drawing the silk up, up to her wrists. In a moment he had affixed the stretched silky material to one of the headboard columns, reaching down and gripping her jutting hipbones with both hands and rolling her back on her ass.
"Ohhhhh ... oh, God!"
How her knees ached from the awkward position, her toenails digging into her spine, her thighs tense, spread widely apart, her arms hurting from this bondage. Angie winced again, her muscles knotting as ripples of excitement and fear rushed through her. She had never been put in such a helpless position. Again, the woman tugged at the ropes, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead while a trickle of sweat oozed from under her arms. She could feel the sheets gathering up under her ass as Joe towered over her, his fingers rubbing together, a twisted, sick smile spreading over his lips. There was a strange light in his blue eyes.
"Bitch ... a good-lookin' woman, but still a Goddamned fuckin' bitch," Joe whispered, rubbing his nose with one hand while cupping his balls with the other. Oh, he was so big, so very big. And how she had wanted to have that feeling again, that sensation of being spread open by a cock, of being really fucked by a man! And how close it had seemed to come true when this hunky, young delivery man came by.
"Oh, please, just fuck me ... just..."
Her words trailed off in a hushed whisper as her forehead wrinkled with pain. Joe was reaching down now, pinching her rubbery nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger. Angie arched her back, jerking her head back into the crushed pillow, curling her toes until they cramped.
"Eagggygyghghhgg!" she squealed, her titmounds jiggling like pudding on her heaving chest. Again, the headboard clattered angrily, small hairline cracks appearing in the blue plaster. Joe laughed, squeezing harder, then he tugged at the ropes holding her wrists bound together. The added tension made her wrists ache even more. And he was cinching the rope more tightly, cutting circulation off to her fingers. Angie snapped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair splashing over her throat and face as the pain increased, drowning out the pleasure she had been feeling for a moment.
He was squeezing both nipples now, his fingers tearing at the nubs, the nails scraping at her sensitive tit flesh while his fat prick stood straight out from his hairy groin. Again and again, Angie screamed, the pain stabbing into her like broken shards of glass! She let out a gasp of air, sucking in another with a noisy rasp. Tears blurred her vision, trickling from under her long lashes as Joe gave another savage twist to her nipples.
"No, ohhhhh ... oooowwwwww!"
He was sucking her right nipple now, squeezing her other tit with one hand while chewing down on the hard little nub with those square white front teeth! The biting, the nibbling, was sending more shivers of fear and sexual heat through the bound woman. It was a nightmare, a horrible, wonderful nightmare that sent terror knifing through the helpless blonde again and again. This was no dream, however. Angie was beginning to know Joe's brutality, a kind of suppressed anger that was exploding again and again. He would fuck her. But oh, what a road she would have to travel to earn that joy!
"No ... no..." she whimpered, her cries growing louder as his biting became savage.
"Shaddup!"
Joe jerked his head up quickly, shaking the long black hair from his eyes. Angie watched him, watched with rounded horrified eyes as he snapped his right hand up, the fingers spread widely apart, casting a long black shadow over her body. He was going to hit her! She saw the dark blue veins standing out against his hairy arm flesh, saw the slight tremble of excitement in his hand. Then the big paw came down in a broad arc, cutting through the air, making a low whooshing sound before it smashed into the right side of her head.
"Ughghghghhhh..."
The force of that blow snapped Angie's skull to the left, cramping her neck muscles. The effect was stunning, knocking her nearly unconscious. For a moment the woman felt the world sinking away in a black tar, a buzzing sound rattling about in her head. Then reality trickled back in, the reality of the hemp cutting into her wrists, the reality of the silken pantyhose holding her legs back in that awkward position, and the reality of Joe kneeling over her, threatening her once more with his hand.
"You gonna stop screamin' out, or am I gonna have to knock you out?"
"No, no," she whispered hastily, blinking away the tears blurring her vision. "I promise ... I promise I won't shout."
She could tell he was enjoying this tremendously. He liked watching her tremble like this, helplessly begging him not to hurt her. She was whimpering softly again, whimpering like a kicked, frightened puppy, and feeling just about as helpless. Joe stood back a bit, letting her cry for a moment. But she could feel the excitement building in the room quickly, and knew Joe could also. He raised his hand again, spreading the fingers widely apart. Angie shrank back as best she could, shaking her head back and forth, not believing he was going to strike her again.
"Oh, no, no!"
Down came the hand again as she tried flattening herself against the wall. The sounds of the crashing slap and her quavering outcry were muffled by the thick walls of the small bedroom. The hand came back, the knuckles bruising her chin, knocking more wind and sense out of her.
"Now, for a real fuckin', baby..."
Only now was Angie aware of the sexual thrill building in her hot, fuzzy cunt mound. She was wet, wetter than she had ever been before. And it was all due to him, due to the rough way he had been handling her, knocking her about with his hands, binding her up in those ropes and belts and pantyhose!
"Fuck..."
She repeated the word, feeling her body coiling and tensing like an over-wound spring. Angie sobbed, sobbed in fear, and sobbed with the secret excitement throbbing through her body. She could feel her pussy swelling open, feel the sexy, subtle rub of her swelling cunt lips as they folded over one another and slipped back and forth, up and down with the tiny jerking movements she was making with her thighs. Joe saw the movement and smiled even more. He knew he had reached the woman. They were cut from the same cloth, both wanting, needing this kind of excitement for their fucking.
"Fuckin', baby, fuckin'..."
Angie was dizzy with lust and fright. She felt the big hands spreading her thighs farther apart, her pussylips pulling stickily apart, more juice drooling from her fuckslot and soaking down her cunt hairs. Joe kept talking about how his cock was going to feel inside her as he leaned forward, his prickhead pressing up against her cunt lips. Again, Angie felt the tiny muscles down there tensing, cramping with that tingle, taking her breath away! She moved her head from side to side, her breathing becoming hard and raspy once more while her fingers curled around the chafing ropes. Joe was bending completely over her now, his fingers digging into her upper arms until they left light blue bruises on her flesh. She could feel his breath pumping against her throat as his prick shoved up against her cunt once more.
"Ohhhhh, baby, you're hot, real hot," he said, reaching down with one hand to press her pussy with his fingers. She felt the knuckles brushing up against her cuntcrack, pushing past her outer pussylips, touching the soft, silky flesh of her cunt throat. He drew that hand back up and took a sniff, his eyes lighting up. "Yeahhhh, good hot pussy!" He taunted her by making her smell her own juices.
"Noooo..." Angie groaned, turning her head away and closing her eyes. Oh, she was so hot, so very hot! And the way the juice was running from her, she sensed she was very close to that mind-bending climax. The springs groaned again as she twisted in her bonds, tugging at the restraining ropes behind her.
"And you're gonna really blow when I get through with you."
With that he threw himself down onto her, his fingers clawing her thighs, sliding up to her ribs, cupping her tits and squeezing hard once more. She felt her nipples popping up between his knuckles as his lips slid around her throat, sucking her throat. She wanted him, wanted him all over her. As her terror mounted, so did her lust. She could feel his sweat flowing down her juice. That sudden sensation was as powerful as the blows he had struck her with earlier. It knocked the wind from her. Gasping for air, the woman twisted around to the left, flexing her thighs, jerking her ass up, pressing her belly up against Joe's in a silent plea for that wonderful long, hard prick of his.
"Yeah, go for it, baby. Come on," he groaned, biting her earlobes. "Come on and go for it, fuck it out."
"Fuck ... fuck..."
She wanted his mouth on her thighs, sucking her pussy, everywhere. Angie didn't care about propriety, about her daughter, about anything except the aching tingle driving her up the wall. She even thought of his teeth biting her clit, tearing at it as they had torn at her nipples and shivered with ecstasy.
"Stupid bitch ... thinkin' only about fuckin', I bet ... all your Goddamned useless life, all you wanna do is fuck."
"Not true," Angie protested. But at this point she couldn't think straight at all. Perhaps she had been nothing but a fucking machine, the truth only coming out now.
' 'Eayyayghghghhhh!"
The woman's thoughts were interrupted when Joe slid his right hand down, jamming his palm between her legs, forcing them more widely apart. He was cupping her cunt mound, stroking her clit with his thumb. Angie thought she was going to lose her mind! Slivers of excitement sliced through her body while stars exploded behind her eyes! She threw her head back, cords sticking from her neck while muscles bulged, rippling her sweat-dampened flesh. Without thinking, the frantic woman shoved her hips up, feeling his thumb penetrate her cunt.
"Yeahhhh..." Joe grunted, satisfied with her performance. Moving the thumb around, he pushed in again at a forty-five-degree angle, finding her swollen clit, then crushing it under his jagged nail. It was at this point that Angie screamed, jerking her head from side to side, feeling as if she were suffering the torments of the damned!
"Yagggghhghghhhh!"
She was panting now, the veins in her neck distended, a pulse throbbing in her forehead. The woman fought back to keep from shouting once more. Joe twisted that awful thumb around again, then pulled his hand away. It came from her fuck-hole, making a soft, sucking noise.
"Goin' in, bitch. Goin' in, just like you wanted me to when you opened the fuckin' back door today," Joe whispered, knocking her knees apart and mounting her. At last! At long last!