"Get away from me!" she cried, twisting her head against his clenching hands. "Get away. You've had your fun, now get out!"
"No way, baby, no way!"
Chuck slapped her again, backhanding her a second time so hard his knuckles nearly broke her jaw. Joan flew back against the mattress, the room spinning. Her head snapped back, striking the edge of the bed a second time as Chuck cracked his right hand hard against her cheek. He was bundling her back on the bed, throwing her onto the mattress, then grappling with her gown.
She heard the material tearing from around her thighs and tits, but she was too weak, too terrified to do anything about it. He was stripping her of the nightgown, ripping it from her, body with broad, pulling movements. She whimpered, Chuck's alcoholic heath nauseating her as he quickly ripped the remnants of her gown from her body.
"Fan-fuckin' ‘tastic!" Chuck whistled, staring at Joan's naked body.
He bent down, smoothing his fingers over her thighs. She flinched at his touch, drawing her hands to her throat while trying to hug her elbows in protectively over her tits. Chuck knocked them away, staring down at the hard red nipples. The woman shivered, unsure if her tremors were because of the cold or the man's hard hot stare at her body.
"Gonna fuck your brains out, you know that? When I get through with you, you won't be able to piss for a fuckin' week!"
Joan lay there, her legs slightly parted at the thighs, her cuntal curls standing up provocatively over her swelling cuntal mound. Chuck drew his fingers down over her tight smooth thighs until Joan felt him brushing the back of his band over her pussyhairs. She closed her eyes, biting down hard on her pouty lower lip. She shouldn't be feeling this! Oh no, she shouldn't be feeling the hot, tingling sensation that was making her cunt feel so warm and wet and swarmy down there. The tightness was becoming delicious, a pulsing achy itch that was making her breathing more and more labored.
Joan couldn't look at the big man as he kept brushing his fingers over her cunt. He would see just how excited she was. He would know that one part of her wanted what he was threatening to do to fuck her. Fuck her as hard as he could! She trembled at the thought of a man screwing her. It had been nearly three years since anyone had touched her. And this evening that dry spell would end, and end violently, for Chuck was moving his hand over her pussy now,
squeezing her labes, chuckling softly as a small trickle of warm thick cuntjuice oozed from her pussy slit.
"Yeah, you don't wanna get fucked," he said derisively, watching as the clear liquid seeped from her pussy and wet down his fingers. "Man, you're so fuckin' hot, you're bustin' out with pussy juice. That's real nice.?"
He stroked, her clit, making Joan arch her back slightly and push her shoulders into the pillow. Again, she kept her eyes from him. But as hard as she tried, the woman couldn't hide the lust making her body squirm on the mattress. When she began rolling her hips from side to side, the stud curled his fingers, pushing the callused tips hard against her swollen cuntal mound. Joan groaned, her lips parting while she rubbed the backs of her legs against the mattress.
"Iiiiiiieeeeeec!"
The hot, gentle stroking sensation was suddenly replaced by a tearing, ripping sensation. He had grabbed a fistful of her pussyhairs and had jerked up, pulling a clump of the blonde curls from her curd mound. Joan jerked up from the bed, her hands slapping violently at the big man. It was as if he had-set her pussy on fire!
"What's the matter, baby? You don't look like you're havin' any fun!"
He threw lid back on the bed, twisting her around until she was lying on her belly. When Joan tried to push herself off the bed, he jerked her back down, instructing her to stay there quietly and not move or he'd kill her.
"Now, gotta get you down so you won't be no trouble to me, understand? I ain't gonna fuck you 'til I'm right sure you ain't gonna try nothin' crazy like try to get away or shout for help."
"I won't! I swear I won't!" she cried, her eyes wide with terror.
"Liar!"
What was he doing? Turning her head around cautiously, Joan saw him unbuckling his belt, pulling it through his pantloops until it hung loose from one hand. He was tapping the leather lightly against the slick boots Joan had just polished with her tongue. Doubling it, he began snapping the halves together with gun-like pops until the woman felt her flesh break into goosebumps. Against the wall to her right, she saw his silhouette-big, menacing.
Moving her lips in silent prayer, Joan wondered what on earth she had done to deserve this kind of sadistic horror. She felt so terribly, awfully exposed, so shamed in front of him. And now he was going to beat her with that two inch-wide black leather belt! The image of it filled her mind, burned into her brain as Chuck snapped the belt again. He was cocking one arm up now, the doubled belt dangling from his fingers like some sort of noose. And then-and then…
"Eaghhghghhhhhhh!"
The belt came down with a sharp crack between her asscheeks. It was as if he had branded her there with a hot iron! Joan screamed again, her body jerking and twitching on the bed. She shot one hand out for support, the fingers tearing at the white top sheet.
"Now you're gonna learn what it's like to fuck around with a real man. Don't know what the fuck your old man did to you," be snorted, "but it's a long time since you been needin' it."
Another blow, this one between her jutting shoulder blades. Joan twisted her head around, biting and chewing on the pillow as she choked down a scream. The belt sizzled through the air a third time, this blow slicing across the welt of the first on her ass.
"Eaghghghghhghhhhh!"
"Gonna fuckin' get the cops here with all that fuckin' screamin'! Lay there and shut up!"
Joan hurt too much and was too frightened to disobey him. She had her fingertips pressed against her lips while her face was stained with the tears flowing freely from her eyes. She waited as she heard the big man rummaging in the room behind her. He was pulling out drawers, spilling out the contents, swearing to himself. She heard something crashing and breaking on the floor as he yanked out more drawers. Then he was back at the bed, reaching around, shoving something into her mouth.
"Here. Chew on somethin' that's gonna keep you shut up while I beat up your fuckin' ass!"
It was a pair of her late husband's jockey shorts! He was jerking them into her mouth, then securing them by wrapping one of her nylon stockings around her head and knotting it in back. Joan felt her saliva quickly soak down the cotton material as he rolled her back onto her belly. She felt the bed angling down, sagging as he stepped onto it and began cracking the belt once more around her ears.
"Now, that's the way I dig it-nice moans and a hot ass stickin' up there in the air for me."
Joan squirmed and whimpered as she waited for, the next blow. It came quickly, the leather sizzling through the shadows and cracking dry goosefleshed asscheeks. Down it came again, reddening her ass, making her body twitch and writhe.
Joan let out agonized gasps, feeling the leather burning her ass. He kept hitting her asscbeeks again and again, the smooth leather turning her rounded cheeks red quickly. What was making Joan pant even harder than the pain was the steadily increasing sensation burning around the base of her clit.
It was odd, completely new to the woman, but each time Chuck smacked the belt against her ass, she felt a shower of sparks explode from her clit. Never, never before – had she felt anything like that in her life! Pain and pleasure were opposites, two feelings that had little to, do with one another-or so she thought.
"Unnfnnfnfnffffff!"
But now as Chuck concentrated the belt on the narrow crack between her asscheeks, Joan had other thoughts. She chewed the jockey shorts jammed into her mouth, squirming up against the mattress and feeling her nipples rub sexily against the smooth top sheet material. Chuck was panting heavily behind her, resting his thick-muscled arm for the moment while she moaned into the gagging jockey shorts.