The man discovered a small canister of mace that the woman carried in her purse. He smiled as he examined it carefully. He pointed it in the direction of the bed as if he was going to spray it. “This is to protect you from guys like me?” he asked, chuckling. The young woman, her face buried in the mattress, did not respond.
Next he carefully examined her driver’s license. He read her name and address aloud, causing his naked victim on the bed to shudder. He told her that if she went to the police on this and they fingered him, friends of his would hunt her and her husband down. This was bullshit, but he said it quite convincingly, and the young blonde turned her head back to the curtains on the far wall and swallowed hard.
The man carefully studied his victim lying on the bed, motionless save for fingers gently twitching atop the curvature of her ass. He liked the way her disheveled, blonde hair framed the torn blouse around her shoulders. His eyes trailed down arms that were pulled from the sides of her body and secured behind her long, sleek back. His eyes lingered on her tantalizingly round derriere before continuing on, moving down silky, toned and tanned legs. But his eyes then came back and became fixated on the ass. It was delightfully firm and round and protruded upward higher than anything else on her body save for the fingers of her hands that rested above it. The satisfaction of having possessed this stunningly beautiful woman had left him satiated, his cock a limp noodle, but now, after having rested for over half an hour, and feeling the effects of the whisky warming his innards, the sight of this marvelous creature lying naked on her hotel bed, at his total disposal, was once again stirring his animal lust. If the young woman only knew how the sight of her firm, round ass was reawakening her rapist’s arousal, she would probably have wanted to roll over onto her back again.
The woman’s mind, meanwhile, continued racing in regard to the possibility of her having just being impregnated by a rapist. Maybe she could go to a pharmacy and get the morning after pill? But what if she were already pregnant from her husband? Would a morning after pill be harmful to the fetus? Was the vicious way he fucked me harmful for a fetus?
The man took a final swig of the whiskey and stood. His cock protruded out between the opening of the terrycloth robe, parallel to the floor, like a horizontal flag pole. It was still shiny from the K-Y Jelly that he applied before fucking the young woman. Another man’s wife. Mingled with the K-Y Jelly were secretions from the young woman’s vagina that had not been allowed to dry due to their being mixed with the lubricant.
The young blonde next heard the closet door being opened. She heard her captor say “aha”, and lifted her head to see what he was doing. He had pulled from the closet an elegant, light purple gown on a hanger. “I thought your bridesmaid’s dress would be here somewhere,” he said. He carried the garment to where it was within range of the camera, and turned it around and around on the hanger, showing it from various angles. “You’re going to look great in this dress tomorrow, sweetie. Very classy.”
As creepy as this was, his words actually gave the young woman some semblance of relief. They indicated to her that she was going to be alive tomorrow…. “Please go,” she said softly, her voice weak. “I won’t tell anybody about this. Just go.” Her lips trembled as she spoke.
The man laughed. He hung the bridesmaid’s dress back in the closet and turned to regard his victim on the bed. God, was she hot! She had rolled to her side and was facing him. The knee of her upper leg came down to touch the mattress, hiding her sex from view; however, there was no way she could hide the frontal nudity of her upper body from her captor or the infernal camera that was filming her every move. Nor did she even try. At this stage of the game, it no longer mattered. That horse had left the barn a long time ago. “Please leave me alone now,” she pleaded.
In response, the man walked toward the bed. The woman began to tremble as he neared. She watched as he pulled the belt from the loops of his robe, and kept the belt in his hands as the robe fell to the floor. His penis was enormous again. The young woman rolled back onto her back with her arms pinned beneath her. Her thighs were held tightly together. “No!” she pleaded. “Not again! Please….” She had not expected this. She had assumed that after raping her once, he would be through with her. What was this? Her husband was always snoring five minutes after sex!
The man stood before the bed, looking down at the hourglass figure of his prey. The sight of her lying there, naked and totally vuenrable—his to use as he chose—excited him, lifting his cock from a parallel position to the floor to a forty-five degree upright angle.
“Roll over!” he commanded her.
“Why?” she whimpered.
“Don’t ask why, sweetie. Just fuckin’ do as I say!”
“What… what are going to do…?” she asked. Her captor did not answer. He did not have to. It took several moments, but the terrifying way in which he starred at her made her swallow hard and then, without having to be told again, she obediently rolled over onto her stomach.
Her captor stared at this site for a good spell. Yes, indeed, her body was smoking hot. He noticed her fingers twitching as her hands rested above her bare ass. “Nice ring,” he said, referring to the gold wedding band around her ring finger. The young woman’s body stiffened in fear. “Not cheap,” he added. Oh my god, he’s going to steal me ring! “You know,” he continued, “you really shouldn’t cheat on your husband like this. I saw his picture. He looks like a nice guy—“
“Shut up!” the young woman cried, and then dissolved into sobs once again. When she felt the man crawl onto the bed, she cried “No!” sharply, and began kicking her calves in protest. “Leave me alone, you son-of-a bitch!” One of her kicking heels barely grazed his exposed testicles. Had the kick landed properly it could have hurt him badly, and he cursed at his own carelessness. He controlled her legs and sat upon them. He forced the white terrycloth belt under her head and slipped it into her mouth and tied it around her head, taming her cries which had become too loud for his taste. The belt was not the scream-proof gag that he had used on her earlier, but it suited him at the moment. He didn’t want to totally shut her up. Plus, he rather liked the way the young blonde looked with the bathrobe belt tied through her mouth and around her head.
Still, she was too restive for his taste. He pulled in opposite directions on the bra straps that encircled her neck. The straps cut into her, putting pressure on her ability to breathe. The young woman, all too familiar with the rules of the game, quickly submitted to her captor, letting her body go limp and reducing her vocal protests to minor gurgles that were absorbed by the terrycloth belt that invaded her mouth. She was rewarded by feeling an ease in the pressure of the bra straps around her throat. She cried softly in sobs that gently shook her body.
The next thing the young woman felt was her attacker’s mouth on one of her ripe, round buttocks. She squirmed and cried as he bit into her there and sucked the supple flesh from her derriere into his mouth. Her cries of protest expired in the saliva dampened terrycloth belt as her attacker proceeded in applying a bright red hickey to this special part of her smoking hot body. Her bound hands thrashed madly as he did this, and in doing so her long fingernails gouged his cheek, drawing blood. Cursing, the man grabbed the handcuffs and held them by the center chain to control her movements. Then, as he continued to administer the hickey, with one hand securing her handcuffs, fingers of his other hand toyed with the young woman’s wedding ring just inches from where his lips kissed her fine ass.
The man next moved his face to his prey’s other buttock where he began a second hickey that would match the first one. His teeth bit into the softness of her butt with such intensity that she was fearful he would actually rip out a mouthful of flesh. All she could do was bury her face in the mattress and whimper like a wounded animal as her attacker had his way with her.
“Your hubby’s a lucky bastard,” the man growled, saying this with his lips pressed against her buttocks and his fingers toying with her wedding ring.
“Shut up!” she cried, but with the belt in her mouth and her face buried in the mattress, her words were unintelligible.
“He’s married to a great piece of ass!” he continued as he kissed and sucked on her ass. He finished with his second hickey and lifted his head, examining the sleekness of the young woman’s back. “You are a fantastic piece of ass, sweetie! Does he fuck you a lot?”
“Shut up!”
Leaving her ass, her attacker shifted his body upward and reached for his knife in the black bag. With it, he proceeded to cut off the remaining remnants of her blouse that had been bunched around her shoulders since the beginning of his assault. The young woman was passive as he did this, and once the final scrap of material was cut away from her armpits, she was, at last, totally nude. Only the terrycloth gag around her head, the torn bra around her neck, and the handcuffs around her wrists make her less naked than the day she was born.
Roughly, the man rolled the young woman onto her back once again, her arms beneath her. Her head and legs flopped lifelessly as he did this, like those of a rag doll. He then kicked open her legs and sat between them. His hands went to her breasts and began to massage them, gently at first, but then with increasing vigor, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of boobs that earlier in the evening had nicely filled the ruined 36C bra that now encircled her neck. With a hand on each tit, a thumb and forefinger converged at the nipples atop the twin mounds. The beautiful, young blonde, her arms cuffed beneath her body, stared upward at the ceiling with tear blurred vision. She fixated on a crack in the plaster in a futile attempt to take her mind elsewhere while her attacker fondled her breasts unhindered. It was a vain attempt, however, because the man’s fingers were pinching her nipples so hard that she could not possibly ignore it. She cried out in pain, but her sounds were muffled by the terrycloth belt in her mouth. She next felt his mouth on her right breast and her body stiffened. Her legs contracted, but when she felts the sides of man’s abdomen with the insides of her bare thighs, she quickly yanked them apart again. The man’s tongue was now dancing with her nipple while his fingers continued to tweak and pinch her other nipple. Both of them—assailant and victim—were aware of how her nipple, which had a mind of its own, hardened against the touch of his tongue.
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