Again, Lindsay punched her attacker solidly in the face but her efforts were futile. He seemed to draw a sense of morbid arousal from her struggling. She felt her energy begin to wane.
Her attacker was now standing, Lindsay’s feet four or five inches off the floor. Suspended in the air by her throat, she felt herself losing consciousness as he maneuvered Lindsay into position.
Lindsay desperately needed to breathe. She used all her strength to try to pull her attackers hands from her neck but he was too strong. A single tear ran down her cheek as the room began to spin. Her feet kicked back and forth as they dangled above her bedroom’s carpeted floor.
“I’m going to die!” she thought to herself as her eyes began to bulge. Lindsay tried to scream but nothing escaped through his vice-like grip. Her legs began to spasm uncontrollably, almost as if she had been hanged by the neck; her vision began to darken.
Lindsay felt her attacker pull her body into his and then, with incredible strength, he slammed her into the wall. Everything went black.
Now unconscious, Lindsay could not put up a fight. Her shadowy attacker tossed her limp body like a rag-doll onto the bed.
While the solitude and privacy of Lindsay’s semi-secluded ranch-style rental was something she cherished when she signed the rental agreement last year, it was an issue she would regret tonight.
Even had she been able to scream, her cries would have gone unheard. Her attacker knew the nearest house was far enough away nobody would hear her scream. He also knew at this time of night, the road in front of her rented home was infrequently traveled.
With an air of confidence, he flipped the cream colored light switch, illuminating her room. As Lindsay’s unconscious body lay on her back, he walked to the large mirror on her dresser to check his battle wounds.
He pulled his hooded black sweatshirt off and inspected his body. Red streaks of blood had trickled down his neck to his muscular chest; wounds inflicted from her piercing fingernails as she clawed at his throat. His cheek was red and swollen from a lucky blow of her tiny fist and his arms had multiple scratches as Lindsay tried in vain to defend herself. He felt proud of the new battles but knew they were nothing that would require medical attention.
Working quickly now, he rolled Lindsay’s motionless body onto her stomach and pulled her arms behind her back. Using a pair of chrome Smith & Wesson handcuffs, he cuffed her hands tightly behind her back.
He stood over Lindsay now, finally able to examine his victim up close. She was stunning, by the far the most beautiful of his victims.
Grasping her white cotton shirt in the back, he pulled his arms in opposite directions, easily tearing the thin material away from her perfect v-shaped back. Once her back was exposed, he tore the material at each shoulder down her arms and pulled the remnants from underneath her.
Using the decimated shirt, he quickly wadded up one of the sleeves and shoved it in Lindsay’s mouth. He then expertly fashioned a gag from the remaining material tightly bound it tightly around her head.
While the gag was not necessary, it was an element of his sadistic ritual, one that heightened his arousal and his complete control and domination of his victims.
Lindsay was now dressed only in her blue boy shorts. Her attacker stood over her again, slowly massaging himself through his black denim jeans. Her shorts clung tightly to her body, almost as if they had been painted on. Her ass was firm, muscular, incredible, that of a female athlete. He reached down to Lindsay, sliding his hand under the material and reveled in the silky softness of her skin.
Bending down, he untied his work boots and stepped out of them as he dropped his pants to the floor. After shedding his underwear and socks, Lindsay’s attacker stood over her once again. He was fully erect and just under 8 inches in length, his penis hung under its’ own weight.
Her attacker smiled as he prepared to begin his desecration of Lindsay’s innocent body.
Sliding his hands under the narrow band of elastic on her shorts, he quickly worked the material down to Lindsay’s feet, taking only enough time to remove one foot from its’ corresponding opening in the shorts. Grabbing her by the ankles, he pulled Lindsay to the edge of the bed until her abdomen was perpendicular to the edge of her mattress. Her legs hung limp over the edge of the bed as he used his feet to spread her legs.
He throbbed with anticipation as he knelt behind Lindsay. Spitting in the palm of his hand and on his fingers, he shoved his thick fingers into her and worked the natural lubricant around. Spreading the remainder over the length of his shaft, he stood and stepped between her muscular legs.
Lindsay began to stir, slowly regaining consciousness. Her head throbbed achingly as she tried to open her eyes.
Sensing her coming to, he placed his shaft against her tight unwilling opening and drove viciously into her.
Still dazed and incoherent, Lindsay felt something impaling her and slamming against her deepest parts. She tried to scream in agony but no sounds were produced. Confused, Lindsay tried to clear her head.
As each second ticked by, she regained her senses and pieced together the last few minutes of her life.
Realizing she was being brutalized, Lindsay fiercely tossed her body back and forth, trying to dislodge her attacker.
Lindsay had not yet come to the realization her hands were cuffed. Trying to pull her hands apart to defend herself, she winced in pain as the metal cut into her flesh.
Lindsay began to panic, her body racked with terror. The wad of cloth shoved into her mouth made it difficult for her to breath. Lindsay felt as if she was going to choke. Again, she tried to scream and thrashed her head back and forth.
Muffled cries of “No, No, No,” escaped her mouth.
As Lindsay pleaded with her attacker, he placed his strong hand between her shoulder blades, pressing down hard. He continued to violate her as he pinned her against the bed.
Lindsay was helpless. Despite her terror and despair, she felt herself begin to flow with natural lubrication. Lindsay felt nauseous as she realized her body was unwittingly reacting to the stimulation.
Thinking in a panic, “Oh my god, he’s gonna think I’m enjoyin’ this” she said in her head.
As her attacker continued to slam into her, Lindsay found an opportunity to attack. With her hands behind her back, Lindsay waited patiently until he moved. At one point, he leaned forward slightly, exposing his bare abdomen to her. When he did, she clamped down tightly on his skin and twisted her wrists as best she should.
He groaned in pain and her fingernails filleted the skin on his stomach.
Enraged, he grabbed the handcuffs by the linking chain and pulled her arms violently upward. Intense, searing pain shot through her left shoulder as it dislocated. Her arm burned as she felt soft tissue being torn within her shoulder.
Lindsay began crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down her now puffy face. Her nasal passages began to fill, making it more difficult for her to breath. Being held in such an awkward position caused her airway to be partially blocked.
Lindsay continued to panic.
Without warning or obvious reason, her attacker suddenly stopped and removed his large shaft from her now bruised and swollen entrance.
Lindsay felt him pulling on the cloth around her head as he loosened the gag. Once free from the binding, Lindsay choked the wad of saliva soaked cloth from her mouth. Choking down fresh oxygen, she coughed uncontrollably.
As she sucked in the fresh air, her attacker rolled her over and tried to step between her firm, tanned legs. Lindsay summoned all the courage she could muster and delivered a direct kick to her attacker’s stomach. Her heel connected with his muscular stomach. Other than driving him back, her kick seemed to have little effect on him.
Lindsay tried to follow her first blow with a second, this one aimed at his groin, but her kick fell short. Before she could mount a third kick, he was on her. Using his weight, he pinned her legs flat against the bed by straddling her. Her hands remained cuffed behind her back. Lindsay winced in pain as the handcuffs cut into her skin.
As he sat on top of her, his repulsive shaft dangled on her stomach. Lindsay pleaded with the stranger, “Please don’t do this…pleeease?”
He did not reply as he grabbed Lindsay by the throat. She felt his fingers tighten around her trachea. Sliding his body off of hers, he guided her by her throat. Lindsay had no choice but to comply. As he pulled, he noticed her perfectly toned abdominal muscles straining as she tried to sit upright.
Still gripping her throat, he positioned Lindsay’s body at the edge of the bed and stepped between her legs. Forcing her legs apart with his muscular legs, he slammed Lindsay backwards on the bed again.
Reaching between his legs, he aligned his disgusting shaft with her opening once again.
Lindsay wept, unable to breathe as he choked off her air.
With his free hand, he guided himself inside her. His shaft soon disappeared between her tight folds as he again ravished her innocent body.
Lindsay’s heart was beating fast. Once again she was slipping out of consciousness.
As he violated her young body, he paused suddenly and released his grip.
“Were you happy to be alive today?” he asked in a voice void of emotion and any sense of humanity or remorse.
Lindsay gasped for air as she answered between heavy sobs, “Y-Y-Yes”
She looked into his cold eyes as he spoke, “Enjoy it. It will be your last!”
Lindsay felt her heart sink as she absorbed his words. Before she had a chance to fight, plead, or beg, he wrapped his hands completely around her neck and lifted her up. She felt like her head was being pulled from her torso as her body hung underneath her. White starry flashes shot across her vision. As her body dangled by her neck, she felt muscles and tendons being torn from their moors inside her body. Unable to scream, she closed her eyes tightly and prayed.
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