With these words, he pulled up the fabric of her nightgown and inserted the knife. Donna gasped as metal touched her skin. The knife went through the fabric with a sharp, loud sound. Donna never heard anything so threatening in her life. Her nightgown was split in two, torn from her squirming body. She was now completely naked in front of her rapist. Her helplessness and humiliation just reached another level.
“Do you know, Donna, what is sexier than a married woman and a mother in her early fifties dressing and acting like a slut – like you did the other day when we met?”
The other day? Who? Just who? Who was this?
Was it… The… dance? But who, who which one? God? God? Who?
Donna’s mind raced. Names and faces ran before her blindfolded eyes and yet, and yet… Yet she didn’t know who… He was one of her dance partners of the night several days ago, wasn’t he? But who? Which one?
“You give up? Huh? Let me tell you, you made me very aroused with your act back then. Very, very much aroused. But you know what’s even sexier than an old slut acting like she’d eat my cock right there and then? It’s having that old slut totally helpless and at my disposal. It’s having her handcuffed beneath me, helpless and pleading. It’s having her completely under my control, with her sons sleeping just a few doors away, it’s raping her like a two dollar whore and knowing she will never ever be able to do anything about it.”
Donna’s heart was trying to break free. Through her throat.
“No… please… please… I’m begging you, no, I can’t, please…”
“Oh, I love it when you beg. I absolutely LOVE IT!!”
With these words, his hands, now free of gloves parted her thighs. A moment later she felt his fingers slide into her vagina. This was… This… She was never violated in such a way. Never.
“Oh, I’d say we’re a little dry here, Donna. Let’s get some self-help.”
The rapist pulled his fingers out of her and pushed them into her mouth.
“Make ‘em as wet as you can, bitch ‘cause something tells me this is the only lubrication you’re getting.” He chuckled. “Sure I could use one of those condoms, but I want nothing to stand between the two of us and our pleasure. We worked so hard to get to this point, we might as well consume our passion as God intended us to.” He pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth. “How’s that pussy taste anyway? You down with it? I’d take a sip myself, but I have a principle not to orally pleasure old whores. You never know just what they might be sticking in there when on their own. Better safe than sorry, no?”
Donna cried like a child whose whole world was brought down in one swift, brutal gesture. This was so much beyond anything that ever happened to her that she couldn’t even think any more. The mere feel, the smell, the taste were occupying all of her consciousness for the time being.
Her rapist placed his fingers into her vagina again. He pushed them deep inside this time, twisting his hand around, working to prepare her the best he could. It hurt. It hurt to have four fingers in her, four fingers that fucked her with brutal, joyful carelessness. Donna cried and squirmed and did what she could to alleviate the pain, to get away from those fingers that explored her most intimate region with joyful lack of mercy or compassion. He had her where he wanted her. He had her the way he wanted her. He did what he wanted to her.
“OK, that’s about as ready as I think you’re getting there, Donna. Let’s see now.”
Another shift of weight. Then her legs got spread apart wide. He pushed them up and towards her shoulders.
“I love to fuck a slut in this position. Very intimate.”
She shook her head violently. She could not, she could not allow him do this to her.
“please… please, no, I’m begging you, for the love of God, please…”
She felt the tip of his penis touch her belly. Then he adjusted his position. And then he penetrated her, brutally. Donna screamed.
This was unlike anything she ever felt. He just impaled her with his hard, hot penis, just stuck it all the way down. And then just continued fucking her with as much force as he could muster. Donna screamed. And screamed and screamed.
“Ooooh, darling, does that hurt? You don’t say? I thought a slut like you would be used to cocks of all sizes by now. Don’t make me blush here, Donna. Not to mention your kids might wonder just what’s going on here.”
She knew. She knew she had to keep it under control. She bit her lip down hard. He would be finished. He would be finished soon enough. She had to keep it under control.
He slammed his penis into her repeatedly. He breathed hard and mocked Donna’s moans of pain and humiliation with horrible, ugly insults.
“You fucking bitch!! I just love ripping you apart like this. This is what you deserved for being a slut, a cocktease and a whore that won’t admit she’s a whore. Well now you have it, whore!!!”
Every time his throbbing cockhead penetrated her vulva, his swollen, heavy testicles would hit her anus, producing a sharp, shallow, slapping sound. He fucked her hard and fast, the bed croaking under them. He pushed her knees onto her shoulders as he was putting all his weight into the thrusts of his pelvis.
“You like that? You like to be fucked properly now and then, I am sure. Be sure to tell your hubby he will have to try harder from now on, bitch!!!”
Donna couldn’t keep it under control. She wasn’t screaming but every time he slammed into her a small yelp would escape her lips. She was crying under the blindfold and praying in her mind that he finishes quickly.
Meanwhile, he was managing to get deeper and deeper with every thrust, parting her tender tissue, tearing her, violating her. His cockhead would hit her cervix as his balls hit her anus.
“Yeah, yeah, just like that, baby, just like that you fucking dirty whore!!! All the way down that old, stinking cunt!! All the way down. I bet you forgot when was the last time you were fucked like this, you bitch!!!”
Suddenly, he pulled out of her.
And Donna felt the glimpse of hope. The moment of blissful relief.
He… He was done. This was it. He was done, sweet Lord, thank you, he was done. Donna was relieved to know he didn’t ejaculate into her. She was afraid, she was so very much afraid, but he didn’t. He…
The next moment she felt him press his cockhead against the tight entrance of her anus.
“Oh God… No!!! No!!! Please!!! NO!!! JUST NOT THERE, PLEASE!!!! I have never…. Oh God, please, NO!! I have never done it before!!!!”
The man pushed, hard. It hurt. Donna shrieked in pain as her sphincter started giving way. There was no chance, there was no chance. She never… She never had anything so large in her anus, no, never, no… The man pushed with all his force, hurting her, tearing her in half.
“Aw, man, this is even better than I hoped for!!! Awwww, whore, so tight… So tight!!! I wasn’t expecting you to be a virgin there!!! This is even better!!!!”
Donna screamed. Loud. Donna thrashed beneath him, but her hands were cuffed, his weight effectively keeping her just where he wanted her, her legs bent all the way down to her shoulders, her thighs spread out obscenely for him to have her the way he wanted. Donna screamed. Loud. She knew there was a chance her sons would wake up and hear. She tried to keep it down. She did. Lord, she did. But, Lord, it hurt.
The man pulled back slightly and then, with a final, violent thrust buried his rock-hard penis deep into her bowels. Donna screamed a hoarse shriek of pain, little points of light appearing in front of her blinded eyes. It felt as if she was torn apart by some vicious medieval torture device.
“Awwwww, man!!!! Awwww FUCK!!!”
“no… nooo… nooo pleaseee!!”
The man raped her with such violent force it felt like he was trying to tear her in two with his penis. Donna’s asshole was violated so savagely, so brutally that she will find a small bloodstain on the bedsheet at one point in near future. He fucked her so carelessly, so viciously she was once again concerned for her life.
His hands grabbed her large, heavy breasts. He started squeezing them hard. He started twisting her nipples, pulling them up and to the sides. He slapped her tits and squeezed them again. He was trying to make her scream and wiggle any way he could, because it obviously brought him more pleasure. Raping her virgin ass was not enough, he wanted her to suffer any way possible.
But all things, good and bad come to an end. And with a final, savage thrust, the man took himself over the edge.
He was out the next second, he was out and up on her chest again. Donna could hear him cry a savage cry of disgusting pleasure. Donna felt as if her bowels were pulled out of her with his withdrawal. It hurt and pulsed and felt warm and wet. And then hot drops started landing onto her face.
“Take THAT, bitch. Take it all, you dirty slut!!!!”
She felt his cum fall on her lips, on her cheeks, her forehead. She felt it land on her hair and the final drops landed on her neck and breasts. Her humiliation was so complete she could not imagine how she could possibly sink any deeper. She was raped in her own bed, she was tied and taken by force and sodomized by a stranger and this stranger finally ejaculated his semen all over her face, degrading her beyond any point she could imagine.
And yet… She was alive. She was still not hurt that hard. She… She should have been thankful.
The man was silent for a couple of minutes. Then she could hear him get up and get dressed. Then there was the sound of… the sound of a photo camera?
“Yeah, that’s right baby. I’m taking some photos here. Just want to make sure I wake up in the morning and remember this was reality and not just a dream, you know? Seeing a whore like you lying there fucked, raped and humiliated with all that cum on your face is going to keep me warm for many nights to come.
Then his voice came from a greater distance as Donna realised he was standing on the door.
“I hope we can get together to do this again some time, Donna.”
Then he was gone.
He was gone.
He was gone… No… no… sweet Lord… NO!!!
And her pleading, her soft whisper, her soft whisper that was trying not to wake her sons up but still summon her rapist back, her pleading was useless. He was gone.
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