"Y-You w-wouldn't use th-that… would y-you?"
"Damned right… I'll use it… if I have to…!" He laid the pistol on the double dresser.
She was cowed and he knew it. He went on, commandingly, "Turn over on your back… and spread those long legs of yours all the way out to the sides of the bed!"
Marcy hesitated for a split second; then as she saw his glowering face and heard the steely tone of his voice, she moved to obey him, turning her body and arranging herself in the way he directed. There was something in his forcefulness, his commanding way that ignited a spark of desire in her. She had never before been treated in this manner; always before, she, herself, had been the dominant one.
Now, she watched in fascination as Don unbuttoned his jeans, reached into his fly, and unsheathed his long, tumescent cock. It stood out, spearingly, from his loins, and she could see a few tufts of his pubic hair at the base of it. Wrapping a fist around its girth, he pulled the foreskin back to reveal the reddish-purple, blood-engorged head.
Suddenly, he was on the bed, still fully clothed, his boots mussing the bedclothes, as he wedged himself between her outspread legs. He used a hand to guide his throbbing prick into the soft, hair-fringed opening of her cunt. Then, with a forceful thrust of his strong, young hips, he drove the anger-hardened member deep up into her dry, and as yet, unwanting vagina.
She gasped with the pain and surprise of his vicious, unprepared intrusion. It felt to her as if a great, unpeeled log had been rammed into her.
"OOOoooh! Oh, God… D-Don! Th-That h-hurts!"
"Just lay there and take it, you bitch!" he grimaced.
Tears came to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, as she realized his intentions. He was raping her… punishing her for the things she had done to him before.
Her thighs quivered and she felt them spread even more cruelly apart as his weight bore down on her forcing his huge, hardened rod of flesh deeper into her, searing her tender passage with hot pain. Her vaginal canal was being punished beyond reason; the huge cock invading her felt like hot, abrasive sandpaper as it went in ever deeper and deeper. Finally, the spongy head of his prick flicked her cervix and moved on past to lodge, solidly, against the farthest recess of her vaginal vault, and the rough material of his jeans, the buttons of his fly, smacked solidly up against the soft, resilient flesh of her sparsely hair-ringed pussy.
Moans of pain issued from her lips. She begged, "D-Don… p-please… not like th-this…"
He didn't hear her. There was only one thing he wanted to do, now. He was going to screw her like a fuck machine until she begged for mercy. I'll fix her! The little bitch! She's had this coming for a long time!
Then, not caring, not waiting for her natural lubrication, he withdrew until only the head of his lust-inflamed cock remained within her chafed, tender passage; with insane force he rammed it home in her, again and again, his prick a punishing cudgel in her inflamed passage.
Again, she groaned, aloud. This time, though, it was a groan of growing arousal… mixed with the terrible pain of his tormenting member as it pounded in and out of her tortured cuntal canal.
Finally, tiny droplets of viscous lubricant exuded from the walls of her vagina, and the pain became less and less, the penetration of his ravishing prick deeper and deeper; she felt as though she were being split asunder each time his loins, still fully clothed, slammed into her nakedly soft genitals.
Gritting his teeth against the chafing discomfort his precipitous entrance was causing him, also, Don fucked in and out of her, all his pentup fury concentrated in the punishing drubbing he was giving her. His hands gripped her body, squeezing her with sadistic force, then he dropped his body full upon her, taking a berrylike nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it until it grew and expanded, the areola puckering against his lips. Animalistic growls came from deep in his throat. Suddenly, he wanted to hurt her. He bit at the nipple and felt his teeth break the skin. His mouth was flooded with the salty taste of her blood.
"AAAAAaaaaaggggh!" Marcy screamed. "P-Please… Don… dooooon't…!"
His bite hurt her. Unexplainably, though, lightning sensations slashed at her. God! She had never had it like this! He's raping me… b-but I want him to… I–I want him to fuck me u-until… I can't stand it… anymore!
On every plunge Don made into her liquid, now muscularly contracting depths, he felt himself coming closer to his own orgasm. Actually, when he began his insane thrusting into her, he hadn't cared whether she came to a climax or not, but now he felt her response; her loins moved up to meet him, undulant, supple, her soft, warm cunt-mouth slithering up his rampaging shaft, clasping him in the ancient dance of love. God damn… she's hot… really fucking me back!
"Okay… doll… you ready?" he grunted.
Raising himself, he supported his weight on his hands and began to stroke into her deeper and faster, every plunging motion causing his lust-inflated cock to soar deep up into her belly, eliciting continuous moans of passion from her lips.
"Oh… OOh… OOOoooh! Don! Fuck m-me… hard… harder!"
There was nothing in the world for her now, except the awareness of his thundering prick as it worked smoothly in her now lust-inflamed cuntal passage.
She heard him panting, his breath raspy in his throat, and she knew that he was driving for his own orgasm… that he was making no attempt to satisfy her, too. She had a moment of panic. I won't be able t-to cum!
"Donnnn!" she wailed. "M-Make me cum… too! Shove your f-finger in my ass!"
He wondered why he hadn't thought of it.
"Okay… you asked for it, baby!" he panted.
Reaching down between their straining bodies, he searched her seething loins, running a finger, briefly, into the viscous moisture which trickled in tiny droplets from the portal of her vagina where his pistoning cock plummeted in and out of her. Then, finding the secret back passage she had pleaded with him to violate, he worked his finger into it to feel the spongy softness of her anal opening. He didn't work it in gradually; he thrust, cruelly, driving it into the tight working little mouth in one sudden plunging motion.
She screamed in masochistic agony. Her hips jerked back and down to escape the searing pain of it. Don didn't withdraw his finger, nor did he slacken his pace, as he realized that he had hurt her. That her scream had done something to him, he couldn't deny… then, incredibly, he felt her squirm her hips, undulating them… screwing them up on his finger to sheathe it completely with the soft clinging sponginess of her back passage.
Then, with both orifices of her loins filled, she began to feel it come to her, as he pounded her, unmercifully; she knew that she would have her release. It was all she wanted. It was everything to her, at that moment!
Wantonly, she crooned her need to him. "Oh, oh, oooh! Fuck me… Don! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck ME! FUCK ME!"
… Then… it was there! The exploding rapture wiped out everything else. She forgot the pain the fact of her being raped… almost. She soared to meet it. "AAAAaaaaauuugggggghhhhh Donnnnnn! IIII'mmmmm cuuuuummmmmmiiinngg!"
Her body convulsed under him, her legs jerking out to either side, her head rolling, uncontrollably. This is it! "AAAaaaauuugggghhhh!"
As she climaxed under him, Don jerked his finger from her anus. He heard it pop and hiss, slightly, and now, supporting himself on elbows and knees, he jackhammered his hard, still-expanding cock deep… deeper and faster into the hot, desperately milking depths of her satiated cunt.
He felt the acid, searing sensation of his ejaculation begin. It hosed from him in quick jets of white, hot, viscous sperm… and he slammed into her with one, final spine-jarring thrust to hold himself immobile while the soul-satisfying sensations swept over him. Time after time, his cock pumped, wildly, until at last he was drained and he collapsed on top of her.