The young woman stared up at her captor in horror. Everything in the way he looked at her convinced her that he was not a man whose threats were to be taken lightly. Knowing that she had no choice in the matter, she fought her paralysis and slowly unfurled her top leg as she lay on her side.
The man watched her in fascination: the cat intently following the movements of the wounded bird dragging itself across the ground. Remaining on her side in a fetal position, the young woman’s upper leg slithered downward across the sheet of the mattress at a snail’s pace until the knee eventually straightened. Her lower leg remained tucked against her chest.
“Get on your back!” she was told gruffly. With outward reluctance, the young woman hesitatingly complied. She did not want to put the weight of her body back on her arms, but then, there were a lot of things that were happening at that moment that the young blonde did not want to be happening. Unfortunately, her captor was holding all the cards. As she rolled onto her back, she brought her thighs tightly together and then extended her second leg downward. Her breathing was becoming extremely difficult. She was sniffling constantly now in attempts to clear the snot and blood that was blocking her nasal passages, but was having little success. Unable to take a deep breathe, she could only get air through quick little gasps.
“Open your thighs for me, sweetie.” The man’s tone was rather impatient now. In utter humiliation, his victim fixed her eyes on the ceiling above her. Was there someone in the room above? Just on the other side of the thin ceiling that separated their rooms? Someone so near, yet so far? Someone who could call 911 if only they knew what was transpiring just a few feet below them? If only her mouth were not stuffed with a rag, they could hear her scream and would surely help her. She heard the man’s voice again, and it jarred her back to reality from her wandering thoughts about 911 calls and the possibility of police coming to bang on her door. The voice was saying something about whether she preferred seeing his knife again at her nipples. Grimacing bitterly and biting into her gag, the young blonde, against every instinct she possessed, slowly opened her legs before the leering eyes of her captor. You miserable, perverted son-of-a-bitch!
“Wider!” the man commanded when she paused after opening perhaps a 30° angle between her luscious thighs. “And don’t bend your knees. Keep the legs nice and straight!”
The young woman vacillated momentarily as uninvited thoughts of her dear husband returned. I am so sorry, baby! The tears that now squirted from tightly shut eyes were for him. It was only when she heard her assailant command her with the word “wider” one more time that she bite into her gag ever more fiercely and spread her thighs to 60°. I am so sorry, baby! she thought again, unable to banish her husband from her minds as she spread her nakedness before the eyes of another man.
“And open your eyes!” the man demanded. “Look at me!” Frightened, his victim did as she was told. What she saw had been expected, but it shocked her nonetheless: her captor was undressing. His shirt was already unbuttoned, and as he took it off, she saw strong, muscular arms and chest. No wonder he had been able to subdue her so easily!
The man nodded impatiently at her thighs. “Wider, damn it!” he said, although the view she was already offering him gave him full carnal knowledge of her female anatomy. She had shaved there just recently, and her captor could readily see in detail the pinkness of her labia. But he was not satisfied. “As wide as you can!”
As wide as you can, ten years ago, would have been a 180° split, which she frequently did with ease as a high school cheerleader. She was probably incapable of that, now. Fresh tears streamed down the young woman’s cheeks. Sniffling almost constantly now, she grimaced and with effort took her thighs to a right angle 90° before her contorted face gave way to renewed sobbing. She cried unintelligible utterances into her gag, her body rocking back and forth, seemingly trying—without success—to extricate her arms from beneath her back while her to-die-for thighs remained dutifully kept at their 90° spread before the lustful gaze of her assailant lest he threaten her again with his gruesome knife.
Soon, these latest tears ran their course and the young blonde’s body, though still shaking, settled back down on the mattress. Out of the corner of tear filled eyes she saw that the man was naked now himself, and saw that he had a very large—and very hard—penis. She shuddered and rolled her head to where it faced away from him. She heard him laugh. “Look at me, sweetie,” she heard him say, but, having apparently found an amount of renewed defiance, the young woman shook her head vigorously and continued looking away from the sight of her naked captor, although her thighs obediently remained 90° opened before him.
Though looking away, from the corner of her eye she saw the man lean over the bed, reaching for his black bag. She panicked. The knife?! No, please! We had a deal! Unable to not watch, her head turned back toward him and her eyes anxiously followed his movements. She saw that it was something other than the knife that he pulled from his bag of evil tricks. It appeared to be a tube of something. Like toothpaste. Her eyes followed him as he stood erect again and opened the tube. No, it was not toothpaste. It was K-T Jelly. As the man began applying a generous amount of the shiny lubricates to his rigid manhood, she watched, transfixed. It was the largest male organ she had ever seen, and she had seen precisely four of them since first sucking a boyfriend’s cock in high school. She could not imagine that such a big penis could…that she could possibly…. Oh, my god! Having seen enough, the young woman grimaced and again quickly tossed her head the other way.
The man stepped to the very foot of the bed and grasped the young woman by her wide spread ankles. She gave a muffled shriek into her gag as he pulled her roughly toward him, her bare crotch coming close to where his greased, male sex stood at full erection. Ignoring her faint protests, her assailant held her ankles wide apart and stood between them. For the young woman, this was surreal. She saw blurrily through tear filled eyes—before shutting them tightly—how his penis fairly glistened with the shiny lubricant that coated it.
With his arms under the young woman’s knees, her assailant raised her legs brusquely into the air until her spread thighs were vertical to the floor, and draped her ankles over his shoulders.
“Can I fuck you?” the man asked, his voice husky.
Though this question was most assuredly rhetorical, and of a taunting nature, the man expected an answer, and when the young woman did not respond, he repeated it. His victim, however, lying before him on the mattress with her arms pinned beneath her and her ankles draped over his shoulders, was lifeless, unresponsive. He then slapped her face so hard that blood splattered from the corners of her mouth, speckling the crisp, white bed sheet with bright crimson droplets. His blow had the desired result of reawaking his victim. She came alive and stared with hatred into his eyes.
“Can I fuck you?” he repeated. When she still did not respond to his question, he raised his hand to administer another blow to her face, but then she quickly nodded her head. The man smiled. “Yes? I can fuck you?” Again the beautiful young blonde—not so beautiful now from the beating she has received—nodded her head, this time vigorously. Her eyes were as big as saucers above the gag in her mouth.
“You want me to fuck you?” This time, with no hesitation, not wanting to be struck again, the young woman nodded.
“Will your husband mind if I fuck his wife?”
The young woman stared at him in wild anger. Don’t mention my husband, you miserable god forsaken bastard! The man laughed, and then hissed when he spoke: “Tell me, you little bitch! Is your lovey-dovey husband going to mind if I fuck his hot little wife!?”
Fear, anger and revulsion griped her. Thinking again of the end game and of her survival, and desperately trying to shove any thoughts of her husband from her head, the young woman shook her head. No, this gesture told her captor, her husband would not mind.
The man laughed again as he guided his penis to the threshold of the young married woman’s vagina. “I’d sure as hell mind if my wife went out of town and fucked some dude behind my back!”
This remark blinded the young woman with rage. It gave her the courage to lift an ankle off her attacker’s shoulder and kick furiously at his face. Her bare heel struck his jaw solidly, and the man cursed. He quickly subdued the errant foot and looked down menacingly at his victim. She was no longer crying. She seemed perhaps incapable of shedding further tears. What she was doing was returning his stare with unadulterated hatred.
“So”, the man hissed, “you wanna fight me, now, huh, sweetie? Good. I like it when bitches fight me back,” he added, although, in reality, this was his first experience in attacking a woman in this manner. “Makes me wanta fuck ‘em that much harder!”
Having grabbed hold of both her ankles now, and controlling the situation the entire while, he allowed her to struggle with her squirming feet close to his face for as long as she cared. The more she struggled, the harder his cock seemed to become. He was careful, though, that she not land another meaningful kick to his jaw. The first one had hurt more than he would admit.
The young woman soon tired of the small amount of fight that had been in her. The man felt her feet cease in their attempts to kick him, and he once again draped her ankles over his shoulders. Her entire body went limp with exhaustion. Had she been able to breathe at all well, she might have prolonged her statement of defiance, but that was all it had been: merely a statement. She was doomed to be raped all along, and she knew it. She was not even sobbing anymore over her fate. Her head flopped back and forth a few more times on the mattress, but then came to rest on her cheek. This, plus the way her body sagged limply into the mattress, was her sign to her rapist to go ahead and do whatever he was going to do to her and get it bloody well over with.
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