Chapter 1
Sharon Knight was feeling uncomfortable as she drove through one of the seedier sections of her town. She wouldn't have been driving through it at all if she hadn't been late for a luncheon date with her husband. It was an awful neighborhood, but it was also a short cut to the fancy restaurant she had chosen.
She didn't want to be late for another lunch with her husband. Lately, he couldn't seem to understand that her civic activities were taking a lot of her time. He should have been more understanding because it was his money and his name that caused the twenty-two-year-old woman to be head of so many civic projects.
Sharon knew how to handle him, though. Albert could be handled easily with just a promise of the great fucking the night would bring. Albert was crazy about her lush figure, her long, thick blonde hair, and her passionate lips.
Not that Sharon was that passionate.
Sharon had been born with the body of a sexpot - but she had a frigid nature and a cold, calculating mind. She had permitted boys to kiss her until she had met Albert. She permitted Albert to go a little further before their marriage. She wanted to keep him. She pretended to be overwhelmed by his short body. She married him and all his money, and she enjoyed her position in the community.
She didn't deny Albert her pussy, but she didn't fuck with him as often as he wanted. She sighed as she stopped for a red light. She was thinking that tonight she was going to have to permit Albert his pleasure. He had been getting so cranky lately.
She was getting impatient with the red light, and she didn't even notice the man who came up to the passenger side. She noticed him when he suddenly jerked open her car door and slid in beside her.
"Get out of my car!" She was nearly screaming, but her mouth closed quickly when she saw the long, curved knife in his hand.
"Shut up, bitch," he said.
She stared at him in shock. Nobody had ever used that kind of language with her. Nobody had ever threatened her with bodily harm. She could feel her heart pounding.
"Drive through the light," he told her. "Turn left at the next corner."
"I'm Mrs. Albert Knight," she said haughtily. "You can't just order me around."
"I know who you are," he said. "And this knife is going to be sticking in your pretty tit if you don't do what I tell you."
She drove through the intersection and turned where he told her to turn. She had never been so scared in her life. This man had told her he knew who she was.
"Pull up to the curb," he said.
She drove the car carefully as she pulled near the curb. It was a practically deserted street. Two very young children were playing at the other end of the street.
"Get out, Mrs. Knight," he said, "but be very careful. You try to run away, and I'll hurt you bad."
She got out of the car: She thought about running away, but she didn't have the courage. The man came around the car and took her by her arm. He guided her across the street and into a dark stairway.
"Please," she said. "Is it money you want? My husband has a lot of money."
She wasn't prepared for what he did next. He pushed her against the wall and put the knife at her throat. For a moment, she thought he was going to kill her. Then she realized he had something else in mind as his hand slowly moved up her body.
"Move and I'll cut your pretty face to ribbons," he snarled.
She knew he would do it. She could see him very close up now and his expression was frightening. He was handsome in a cruel way, and she could see the strong muscles rippling in his arms.
"Please don't," she whispered.
She couldn't stop him. His hand moved up her body and he covered one of her tits. He squeezed her tit roughly and it hurt. She gave a little gasp as his finger started poking at her nipple.
"You've got nice tits, baby," he said. "Nice and firm. I'm going to enjoy having you under me with those big tits poking in my chest. I'm going to love it, bitch!"
Now he had told her exactly what he was going to do to her. It made her want to be sick. His hand was still squeezing her tit enough to hurt her.
"All right, baby," he said. "We're going to walk up the stairs. There's a door that's open. Just go right in. It's going to be our little love nest."
She trembled as she walked up the stairs ahead of him. The room was small and crowded with all sorts of things. He pushed her ahead of him to a cane chair.
"Sit down," he demanded.
She sat. He bent down and tied her ankles to the legs of the chair with lengths of rope. He tied her arms down to the back of the chair and then put a gag in her mouth.
"I'm going to be gone for a few moments," he said. "Just relax and. enjoy yourself."
As he left, he shut the door and locked it. She was smart enough to figure that he was getting rid of her car. She tried to think of some way out of her situation, but he had tied her securely and nobody would know where she was.
The man came back very quickly. Her heart began pounding again as he walked into the room and shut the door behind him. He carefully locked it, and turned to face her.
"My name's John," he said. "We're going to be real good friends."
She couldn't stop herself from shivering as the big man walked over and put both hands on her tits. She just couldn't believe this was happening. Not to her. To other women, maybe. Some of them asked for it. But not Sharon.
Tears poured down her cheeks. She would have begged him but she couldn't say anything with the gag in her mouth. John kept massaging her tits. Finally, he drew his hands away - but not for long. He started undoing the buttons of her blouse. He pulled the blouse apart and shook his head.
"Damn," he said. "You've got beautiful tits. You shouldn't hide them in a plain old bra like that!"
He took his knife out again. He cut through the bra and pulled it away from her creamy tits. She tried to kick but she couldn't. She pulled frantically at her bonds. She couldn't stop him from getting his eyes full of her creamy tit-flesh.
"Fucking beautiful," he said. "Big and beautiful. Tasty. Just the way I like them!"
He covered her tits with his massive hands. His hands felt hard and callused. He made her shiver. He took his hands away.-He-went down on his knees in front of her. His face moved close to one of her tits and he licked all around the nipple.
Sharon shuddered. It was a nightmare. She'd always had bad dreams about being tied up and raped. Oddly enough, after one of those dreams had been one of the few times she had managed to have good sex with Albert. Wild, animal fucking. Now the nightmare was happening to her for real.
John's mouth touched her nipple and she shivered. His mouth opened slightly and he took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked the nipple over his tongue and let his teeth bite down gently on her creamy tit-flesh.
His mouth was on fire. He seemed to be burning her with the movements of his tongue. He opened his mouth wider and started sucking gently at her tit again. His teeth nipped her tit gently. He moved away as she squirmed against her bonds.
"You even taste delicious," he said. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this."
He bent down again. His tongue moved over her nipple. Her nipple was hotter than she remembered it ever being. It was a betrayal of her own body, and that sickened her. She tried to close her mind to what was happening - but there was something exciting about what he was doing to her.
He pulled his head back again and put his hand on her knee. He was watching her face as he moved his hand up from her silken knee and under her skirt. She begged him with her eyes, but he only grinned. His hand moved up to her thighs.
The ropes held her tightly so that she couldn't close her thighs together. His rough hand stroked her smooth thighs. He was still grinning as his hand moved all the way up between her legs and touched her pussy mound through her panties.
She started struggling frantically again. The heat of his fingers went right through her panties and seemed to burn her cunt. She was shivering excitedly. She didn't like the feelings he was giving her, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"I think you like having your pussy played with," he grinned. "I think you like having my finger in your cunt!"
He kept rubbing his hand roughly against her cunt mound for a few more moments. Then he pulled his hand away. He found the button on her skirt and undid it, pulling the zipper down. He started carefully pulling the skirt down-her legs.
"I'm going to have to untie you now," he said. "At least for a minute. Now don't do anything stupid."
He undid the gag and hurriedly undid the ropes on her legs and on her arms. Now she was scared enough to do something and she made one last bid for freedom. She struck out at him but she missed. He grabbed her by the hair and jerked her to her feet. He gave her a shove over to the bed. She turned and tried to scratch at his face. He hit her in the stomach and she bent over, out of breath. He practically dragged her over to the bed. In a few moments he had tied her arms up above her head. Then he pulled her skirt the rest of the way off and she was left in nothing but her panties.
"Don't do this to me," she pleaded. "My husband's rich. He can pay you."
"I don't want your money, baby," he said. "I want your body. I want to make you moan with pleasure."
She kept begging for him to stop, but to no avail. She could move her legs now, but that didn't do much good.
His hand went back between her legs. He was stroking her pussy mound with his hard fingers. He slipped a hand into her panties. One of his fingers parted her cuntlips and she moaned.
"You do like my finger," he said. "You like my finger inside your tight cunt."
"I hate you!" she cried out.
He only laughed as he worked another finger into her hot cunt. He started fucking his fingers in and out as fast as he could. It was crazy but she was starting to feel those shivery sensations running through her body. Her husband couldn't make her feel anything at all - but being tied up by this rogue was making her hot.
"Stop," she moaned. "Please stop. Oh shit, you can't do this to me. Don't do it."
"I can do anything I want to you, baby," he said.
He took his fingers out of her pussy. This time it was only long enough to pull her panties down her legs. She clamped her legs together tightly as he tried to put his fingers back inside her cunt again.
"Open your legs," he demanded.
"No, you bastard!" she screamed.
He slid his hand up and grabbed one tit. He started squeezing until hot jolts of pain went through her body. He squeezed until she gave in and parted her legs.
"Wider, bitch," he snapped.
She couldn't stand the pain. She almost blacked out from his cruel treatment. Finally, she parted her legs as wide as he wanted. He put his hand back over her cunt mound.
"I'm going to give it to you like you've never had it before, baby," he said. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I'm going to wear your cunt out!"
He stabbed a finger into her pussy. He finger-fucked her pussy as fast as he could. He bent down and started licking at one of her tits again. Another finger stabbed into her pussy. He stabbed at her cunt a few more times and then took his hand away from her cunt. He straightened up.
She couldn't take her eyes off him as he started pulling off his clothes. He had a thick, hairy chest but that didn't bother her as much as the hard cock-bulge in his shorts. He slowly pulled his shorts down and gave her a good look at his swollen, throbbing prick.
"Oh, no!" she gasped. "You can't put that in me. It would kill me. Please don't."
She hadn't realized there could be that big a difference in cocks. John's cock was as thick as a-club. It scared her, just looking at his huge prick.
"See something you like, baby?" he asked her, grinning.
She couldn't seem to swallow as he moved over to the bed again. He sat down beside her.
His hand moved up to her tits again. Her nipples felt so hard as his fingers caressed them.
"I'm going to fuck your hot little ass off, baby," he told her. "I'm going to fill your cunt with cum."
"Oh, please don't do this to me," she begged him.
She couldn't stop begging, even though she knew her begging was turning him on. He let his hand travel down to her belly and then between her legs. He laughed at the way she tried to fight off his hand. He fucked a finger into her cunt;
He worked his finger around inside her pussy for a few moments and then he pulled it back out. He moved over on top of her. He spread her legs with one hand and moved up quickly until his swollen prickhead was against the opening of her cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you silly," he said. "I'm going to drive my cock right through to your fucking ass!"
There were tears in her eyes as she automatically tried to buck him off, but it didn't work. Instead, she felt his cockhead firmly lodged inside her cunt. He reached beneath her and gripped her, asscheeks. Slowly, he started pushing his cock inside her wet cunt.
"Keep shaking that ass like that, baby," he said. "Keep shaking that fucking ass."
She kept trying to stop, but his touch was repulsive to her and she kept trying to buck him off.
He gripped her asscheeks tighter and fucked his hard prick all the way into her cunt. She moaned with pain as she felt how deep his prick was and how much his thick prick had stretched her tight cunt.
"Get ready for it, baby," he said. "Get ready for a fucking like you've never had before."
He didn't give her time to get used to his fat cock. He started pumping his cock in and out of her cunt with hard, deep fuck-strokes. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what was happening to her. She couldn't escape his awful body. His heavy chest was mashing her tits flat and his cock seemed to fuck deeper inside her with every stroke. She could hear the sounds his balls made as they slapped her asscheeks with each fuck-thrust.
"Damn you," she whispered. "Damn you, you bastard!"
"You're going to learn to love my fucking cock, bitch," he told her. "This is only the beginning. You're going to fucking learn to love it!"
He was fucking her even faster. It didn't seem possible, but his prick seemed to be getting even bigger inside her cunt. For the first time, she started actually feeling another man's pre-cum leaking into her pussy.
There was nothing gentle about his fucking. He was an animal, taking what he wanted, and he had no thought of her comfort or her pleasure. He fucked her harder with every cock-thrust. His huge cockhead seemed to be splitting her cunt walls apart each time he fucked into her pussy.
"You sweet fucking bitch," he groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch: I'm going to give it to you, baby. I'm going to fill your fucking pussy with my cum. You bitch. Oh fuuuucking shiiiit!"
He fucked into her deep and hard and left his cock deep inside her cunt. She felt his prick getting bigger and then the sticky, hot cum started spurting into her cunt.
His cum was thick and it filled her pussy. Jism started leaking out of her cunt and wetting the insides of her thighs. He had more cum than she would have thought possible.
Finally, he pulled his prick out of her pussy. He wiped his cockhead against her thick blond cunt hairs. He bent down and-gave one of her nipples a gentle kiss.
"I've had better," he told her as he stood up. "But you'll learn, bitch. You'll learn."
"You're not going to let me go now?" she said.
"Why should I do that, baby?" he asked. "I've got plans for you. Lots of plans. We're going to be together for a while."