Chapter 2
He struck her again, this time with his other hand, the knuckles crashing across her right cheek. Angie screamed, wishing she could hide from the man, and yet at the same time wanting to throw herself on top of him and fuck her pussy until it came and came. Joe was prying her apart with rough fingers, knocking her knees open, then leaning forward, his hands braced on either side of her body. Angie shut her eyes a third time, tears oozing from under her closed lids. Her mouth was a tight scar as she tightened her jaw, biting her lower lip. Spasms of wild lust burned at her clit as the fires of incredible goodness licked teasingly up her thighs. Joe held her down, his double-lobed purple prickhead drooling cockjuice, touching the tip of her clit, rubbing against it again and again and sending bolts of electricity stabbing into her gut. Angie never thought she could feel sensations like these whirling around in her brain! The woman was sobbing uncontrollably now, pulling at the ropes around her wrists, wishing she could hold onto Joe, drag him closer, screw her pussy onto his prick hard and pound herself into an exploding climax! Yes, she wanted to cum, wanted to climax with that animal inside her, ravaging her!
"Uhhhhhhhhh..." she moaned.
He was inside her now, his fat prick spreading her slick cunt walls apart. Angie curled her spine, wallowing her shoulder blades against the mattress as inch after thick, throbbing inch of prickmeat squeezed into her. The woman cried out loudly, feeling the juice dribbling out around the sides of Joe's cock-meat, trickling down into her asscrack. The feeling of his hard prick burrowing into her, spreading her open as she had never been before, sent shock wave after shock wave through her cunt, into her tits, into her belly, making her head throb.
Her tiny cunt muscles were squeezing hard against that invader, clutching at it, milking and gumming his nine-inch cockshaft while his balls dragged over her cunt lips.
"Good fuckin' ... good piece of ass," Joe commented with a gasp, shifting his thighs from side to side so Angie could feel his cock working inside her.
"Ohhhh!" Angie gasped.
She responded with a counter movement, increasing the sensation of his prick-thrusts tenfold. Joe closed his eyes and shivered for a moment, his fingers tensing around her thin upper arms. She could feel his cock vibrating inside her, actually swelling up more and more. Oh, he was as hot as she was! They were both close, so very, very close. "Fuck it, baby!"
And then he fucked her harder, faster! And as he raped her, thrusting his cockmeat skillfully into her pussy, the scalding pain corkscrewed into something better, something far greater than pain. As he rode her, his knees banging against hers, Angie tightened up, grinding her hips up as best she could. The cramps she felt before from the bent-back position of her legs disappeared as he collided with her again and again, their bodies making slick clicking noises that mixed with her groans and cries. Angie could only think of her body now, think of the dreadful itching, aching need that rocketed higher and higher with each passing second.
"Fuck ... oh, fuck!" she cried, licking her lips, jerking her torso up and down, up and down, feeling her pussy stretch tantalizingly around his pile driving prickmeat. He slammed into her hard this time, his hips bruising hers, his knees jerking against hers. She felt his mouth cover her lips, his tongue driving in between her teeth. Desperate, the woman sucked at it, spit gurgling out from between their lips and dribbling down her throat. Ohhh, he was cumming! Angie could feel the first bursts of jizz burning into her pussy, scalding the convulsing slick walls of her cunt. She cried out, wishing she could wrap her legs around his ass and pound his kidneys with the balls of her feet. Oh, how good it was to feel his prick jerking around inside her, feel these hot spurs of jizz spattering against her cunt walls, then dribble from her fuck-hole and trickle down her ass-cheeks! It had been so long since she'd had this feeling. And somehow the ropes, the bonds, even the curses and slaps were an added spice that increased the sensations stabbing and crashing against her all the more!
"Yagghghfhhfh ... uhhhhhhh!"
A blinding flash of light exploded in her head as the warming glow between her legs flashed into an all-consuming bushfire! Again and again, the fire raged, singeing her clit, burning into her cunt and exploding with a nova-like fury in her belly and brain. Angie tried screaming. But her choked, croaking sobs were lost under Joe's obscenities. Her face blanching, her throat ribbed with her veins and cords, the woman bucked and thrashed as wave after wave of climax exploded in her.
When it was over, Angie sagged in her bonds, her arms hurting her terribly, her thighs aching from the bent-back state while the ropes and pantyhose seemed to be cutting into her flesh like razor blades. Now that the lust had ebbed for a moment, Angie felt the pain and discomfort of her position all the more.
Joe was pulling out of her, shivering as his softening prick slipped from her pursed-out cunt lips. More jizz dribbled from her fuck-hole, wetting down her cum-streaked ass-cheeks.
"Had enough, Mrs. Barrington?" he asked in a mockingly formal tone. Joe was wiping his prick with one of the pair of panties he'd thrown from the bureau earlier. "You wanna get untied and get ridda me? That's what most of you broads like doin' ... hot to trot, then after you cum, you can't-wait to shove me out the door. Kinda embarrassin' havin' some ex-steel worker and a delivery boy fuckin' you.-What're the neighbors gonna say, right?"
He narrowed his eyes, a taut smile crossing his face as Angie lay there staring unblinkingly at him. What he said was true. Now that the edge had been taken from her, she thought of her daughter, of her friends, of the idea that Joe was here still and could do what he wanted without any interference on her part. Good lord! He could rob her and even kill her! That thought flashed on her mind, although Angie did all she could to dismiss it.
" 'Course, you could pray 'til I get hard again, then fuck you outta your mind. Yeah,"
Joe said, scratching his stubbly beard thoughtfully and smiling more broadly at the cringing blonde woman. "Gonna fuck you again ... and again and again 'til you bleed. And then you're gonna be beggin' me for my prick."
"No, oh, no, please, Joe, just let me go. I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Just don't hurt me anymore," Angie rattled, her brain freezing at the thought of being raped like this any more. Her muscles were cramping more, and a dull, throbbing ache was starting to form around the base of her neck and spine. Thoughts of her daughter coming home early and discovering the two of them like this made her sick to her stomach. Maybe she should offer him money, anything, just as long as he let her go. How could she have exposed herself to this?
"Yeah, then you're gonna call up and tell my boss how I fucked you, right?"
A sneer replaced that knowing smile. Angie's eyes rounded, her gaze shifting to that offending right hand. She thought he was going to use it on her again, strike her into semi-consciousness and then do God only knew what.
"You ain't gonna do anything like that, baby," Joe said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. Pushing strands of his black hair from his eyes he leaned forward and rubbed his callused fingers up and down the edges of her cunt lips, picking up some of the mixture of her cunt-juice and his cum and smearing it over her lips. Angie instinctively licked at the liquid, tasting the salty, bleachiness of it, wondering what he was going to do next. She shifted her ass a little to the right, trying to ease the aching pressure in her thigh.
Joe slipped off the bed once more, his semi-limp prick dangling invitingly from his hairy crotch. She watched as he bent over, his washboard belly heaving up and down while his thickly muscled thighs rippled at each movement. Even now, even as she faced the possibility of more pain, of more degradation, Angie couldn't help but admire the man who had fucked her. All these years of waiting for someone like Joe had been worth the frustration she had suffered. The tingle that had driven her to this man was coming back after ten minutes of relaxation. Joe had disappeared into the kitchen. She could hear him rattling around in the back. In a moment she saw his long shadow cross the bedroom doorway threshold. He was standing there, his cock starting to get long and thick again. For a moment her mind blurred at the thought of enduring another fucking from this sex-crazed maniac. She closed her eyes, feeling the tickling, burning aching itch grow worse. It was back again, taking away her strength, making her tremble. Her cunt was feeling very hot and wet once more. When she moved her ass slightly, she could feel the slick surfaces rubbing together, could feel those tiny muscles that had cramped down again on nothingness. Angie almost laughed at her reaction. She was no teenager who was going to get fucked for the first time. And yet, tied up this way, helpless and bound, the woman felt feelings she hadn't sensed for nearly twenty years. Gasping, she flushed red with embarrassment, ashamed to show her lust, and yet unable to control it. He had fucked her only minutes before. And there she was rutting like some barnyard animal in front of him, her juices washing away his jizz from her pussy.
"You're juicin' again, baby. Man," Joe said, shaking his head as his eyes studied the woman's fat, bloated cunt lips flecked with diamond-like drops of pussyjuice. "I don't think I ever saw a bitch like you!"
Angie shuddered at her own rising sexuality, at the sight of Joe's rising prick. She could almost feel it rubbing against her cunt lips, his balls flattening out against her thighs as his fingers held her prisoner against the groaning mattress. It was at this point Angie's gaze moved to his right hand and saw a small blue box of something peeking out from between his fat fingers. Matches! He was holding a box of stick matches, the ones she had had on the stove for the past year in case the pilot light burned out. Joe saw the movement of her eyes and smiled more broadly, pulling the box out in full view.
"See it, baby? You see what I got here?"
He held the box up in front of his eyes, pushing the center portion open. Several red-tipped matches spilled onto the carpeted floor, rolling away from his feet. Angie cringed once more, not knowing for certain what he was going to do but feeling they were about to cross some new threshold, one she might find more terrifying than anything she had encountered before.
"Matches!" Angie gasped, her forehead wrinkling, her flesh tingling with fear and excitement.
"Right, baby," Joe said, sniggering as he pulled one out, snapped the box shut and drew the red tip across the flinty side of the container. There was a bright yellow explosion of color, then the instant smell of burning sulphur. Angie wrinkled her nose, her eyes wide and round as they took in the bright red flame rising from the wooden stick. "You know, your nipples are about the same color as the fire?"
"They are?" she gasped, watching as Joe began walking toward her. He stopped at one edge of the bed, holding the burning match as if it were a funeral torch. The smell of the burning sulphur and wood grew stronger as a tinny blue trail of smoke curled up to the ceiling from the match. Joe's face took on a threatening, hellish appearance from the glow of the flame.
"Yeah, just about the same color. Let's have a close look see."
Angie started to scream, her lips twisting open as a rush of air escaped over the front teeth. He had dropped the match onto her right nipple, the rounded bottom of the flame barely touching the sensitive rubbery flesh. Perspiration broke out on her skin as if to extinguish the flame singeing her nipple. The torments of hell seemed concentrated on that one tit tip. Angie finally found her voice, screaming again and again, curling her fingers and stabbing the nails against her wrists as she jerked and twitched against the restraining ropes.
"Eaggygghghghhh! Oh, God, God, please ... eaghghghghhg ... stop it, stop it!"
He had closed the windows before fucking her the last time. But surely someone would hear her, would call the police, would do something to stop this horrible hell-fire torture she was enduring.
"How about this one?"
Joe's face remained quiet, a slight twitch of his left cheek being the only thing that indicated his true arousal.
"Agghrhrhghghh..."
He was burning her left nipple now, the flame licking down onto the top of that half-inch-long tit tip. The woman was frantic, twisting her body to the left, pushing back with the tips of her toes while rocking her hips and torso away from the match.
"Damn!" he cursed.
In his excitement, Joe had forgotten how short the matchstick was. He winced, frowning, shaking his right hand rapidly to put out the flame. Angie sighed, her muscles relaxing, her ass flattening against the mattress. For a moment, anyway, the pain and fear were gone. But the cracking sound of sulphur igniting once more, the pungent aroma drifting into her nostrils, the flickering bright light coming from the corner told Angie her ordeal was far from over.
"There," Joe said with some satisfaction, dropping one hand to his crotch and giving his semi-rigid prick a soft tug while moving the burning match between Angie's legs.
Raising her head from the pillow, the woman looked between her high-riding tits and saw the match drop down to her left thigh.
Immediately, Angie felt the warming fire singe the fine hairs on her legs. Joe was humming a country-western song softly, his eyes focused on her reddening flesh.
"Feel good and warm, baby? You dig it?"
Time and time again, Joe passed the flame over her thighs, making Angie groan, making her twist around, making her beg for him to stop the pain, to take the fire away from her injured flesh. But Joe ignored her, still humming that awful tune, moving the match up, up along her tendon-ridged thigh toward her cunt. Was he going to burn her pussy? Was he going to set her cunt hairs on fire?
"No, don't! Oh, God, God, lie's going to burn me! Oh, God, someone save me!"
Angie was crying out in earnest now, screaming for help, praying someone outside would hear her, would call the police and have them stop this sex scene that had gone too far!
"Damn it!"
Again, Joe had burned himself-with the match. Shaking it free of his fingers, he raised his right hand, again about to slap her into submission. Thinking twice about it, however, he laughed, that horrible cruel edge cutting through his laughter and making Angie tremble. Looking around, he caught sight of the white cotton Jockey shorts he had slipped off earlier.
"This is one way to shut you up, baby."
Reaching down with one hand, the big stud scooped up his briefs, wadding them into a tightly packed small ball, then stretching his free hand forward and gripping Angie's long blonde hair. He yanked back hard, tugging the strands until they nearly ripped from their roots. The woman screamed again, shrieking past soprano. That was what Joe wanted. Pressing the cotton shorts into a tighter ball still he jammed them between her lips, stuffing them in as far as he could in spite of Angie's frantic cries. The elastic band and piss-flap pried her mouth open, keeping her teeth from biting down on his working fingers. In the end it was like having a tennis ball shoved down her throat! Angie tried pushing the briefs from her mouth with the tip of her tongue. But Joe had shoved the things in too deeply. All her cries were now reduced to muffled choked groans. Satisfied he had gagged her sufficiently, Joe went back to his opened box of stove matches, drawing out a third and striking it against the edge of the container. Another flame flashed out. And once again he moved the burning match over to her pussy, letting the flame warm her flesh, reddening a long red path up the inside of her left thigh up to her cunt lips, "Uhhfhfhfhhfhhff!" she growled.
Angie jerked and twisted in her bonds, her muscles cramping, bulging against her sweaty flesh as the flame drew closer to her pussy. She looked down with horrified, wide eyes and watched as some of her blonde cunt hairs singed black under the flaming onslaught, curling back. The smell of burning hair filled the air around them, sickening the woman. She tried screaming out, her attempts making her throat choke tight and grow sore. Spittle oozed down her throat, threatening to choke her. And still that flame burned her. She could feel the warmth curling into her pussy, sliding into her like a thick flicking tongue. No, no, she couldn't have that kind of image, not that kind of image when he was threatening to burn her, to destroy her pussy!
There were the whispery crackling sounds of more cunt hairs falling victim to the flame. Then Joe dropped the match into her fuckslot. There was a chilling, electrifying sensation that made her knees jerk apart and sent bolts of wild excitement shattering into her brain. There was a distinct hissing sound, the sound of that fire being extinguished by Angie's hot, flowing juices. Joe laughed, pulling the match from her shuddering cunt lips.
"You're my kinda woman, baby. The more I throw out at you, the more you want. Christ, you'd probably take on a football team if you could. But," he added, throwing the box of matches back on the floor, "you're gonna have to be satisfied with just me for a while."
"Mfmmfmfmfffff!"
He was rubbing her cunt again, smoothing his fingers over her singed pussylips, drawing more and more pleasure from them while his prick hardened to its full length and thickness.
"Two fucks in a row ... and this close, man. Christ, you're turnin' me on, bitch. And I dig it," Joe growled, settling back down onto her. Crying through the spitty gag, Angie wanted to tell him how she, too, was turned on, how good it was having him do all this to her and fuck her as well!