” I’ll bet that feels good doesn’t it?”
In fact it did feel good, despite her revulsion. She remembered something else Carrie had told her: it’s impossible to rape a woman, because her body will always betray her and become aroused even against her will, and despite how much revulsion she might feel, her body will force her to cum–and not just once.
Marie couldn’t accept this, wouldn’t accept this. She fought against the pleasurable sensations building in her. She would not cum! She would not give this hairy, smirking, male ape the satisfaction of seeing her cum!
She unsquinted her eyes suddenly. He had positioned himself above her. The head of his cock was pressing into the entrance of her cunt. Drops of water dripped from his hair onto her face.
It did hurt! She screamed. Her howls were lost in the mist. The slap of his hand against her soft, firm flesh resounded like pistol cracks in the quiet afternoon.
She grabbed handfuls of mud and squeezed. Mud oozed into the crack of her ass. Her hair became matted with a chocolate paste.
His mouth closed down upon hers. His tongue forced its way between her teeth and filled her. She gagged on the taste of chewing tobacco. She could feel the thick length of his cock entering her. Slowly.
He grunted, snorting through his nostrils, thrusting his hips forward. Jerking, twisting, probing deeper and deeper into her wet, warm tightness.
” Oh, that’s good,” he sighed. ” That’s really tight..”
Then he whispered something in her ear which sent chills through her. ” If you don’t cum, I’ll kill you!”
He had outsmarted her. He had defeated her. Resistance would do no good. She sighed, giving up to the will of her body. She was lost.
His cock filled her, impaling her with its turgid thickness.
She began moving her hips in an upward, rotating motion. She heard him gasp. Soon he was pounding into her, humping furiously. His fists clenched in her hair, pulling and yanking. She ignored the pain. If she was going to live, she had to cum. Nothing else mattered.
She closed her mind to every distraction, focusing on that one goal: to cum and live! to cum and live! to cum and–
Then she was cuming, harder than she had ever cummed with Brad. Harder than she had ever cummed in her whole life. She felt Logan’s cock swell and jerk spasmodically, swelling in her belly. Hot gushes of cum spurted into her, filling her. Cum oozed out of her cunt and trickled down to her asshole, hot and sticky. He kept filling her, groaning loudly, thrusting into her like a bull for several short burst, then suddenly collapsed on top of her. His hands loosened her hair. His body became lax.
His dead weight crushed her, but she dared not move, for if she did, she knew she would cum again.
Chapter 7
He tied her to the marble cross with strips of her clothes that he cut with his knife, shoved her panties in her mouth and gagged her.
Several days later he was evolved in a car wreck over three states away. Nothing of the jewellery or money was left. All the police found on him was a camera with negatives of a gravesite and of a naked woman in various erotic poses. On the last frames of the roll, the woman was tied to a cross, her arms to the beam, her waist, thighs and ankles to the up right. Her eyes were round, and staring at the camera. It could be seen that the pictures had been taken in a cemetery somewhere.
When questioned about the pictures, the man, Tom Logan, said he knew nothing about them, that he’d been on a drunk for several weeks since being laid off from his last job. The police held him for forty-eight hours then let him go.
Epilogue
Thirty-five years later, one of Marie Bogle’s former students was surfing porn sites on the net, when he came across her nude pictures. He downloaded every one, and notified some of his former school chums, so they could get copies, for all of them had wanted to fuck the pretty school teacher.
THE END
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