"That's pretty tall for a girl. Course, I'm six-four myself. Turn around, would you?"
"Pardon?"
"Turn around. I wanna see what you look like from behind." She turned, flushing red in embarrassment.
"Nice. Nice ass you got, you know that? Course you do. All women know what they got." He smiled, his face looking feral. "Go get me somethin' ta' eat, baby."
"Sure," she gulped. She moved warily around him and scurried to the kitchen, running through it and jerking the door to the patio open. She screamed as he stepped in. He laughed loudly, then grabbed her arm and jerked her around.
His hand slapped down on her buttocks several times, making her cry out in pain as the big palm slammed into her soft round ass cheeks. Then he shoved her hard towards the counter. She staggered and almost fell, but caught the edge of the counter, turning to stare wide-eyed at him.
"I ain't no fool, baby cakes. Now make me some food!"
"Wha… what do you want?" she asked.
"Sandwiches will do fer now. Got some meat?"
"Baloney? Ham?"
"Ham and cheese."
She turned away from him, taking down a loaf of bread, then pulling the cheese and ham from the fridge. She pulled out the utensil drawer, gazing down at the sharp steak knives. She could feel his eyes boring into her back. She pulled out a butter knife and closed the drawer, then began making him a sandwich.
She felt him moving closer to her, moving up behind her. Then she felt his breath on the back of her neck. She tried to ignore him, concentrating on the sandwich. His hands slid around her then, sliding up under her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them up and back against her.
She gave a low gasp and stiffened, her mind blaring with terror.
"P… please," she whispered. His tongue slid back and forth against the back of her neck, then slid around the side and up along her cheek. His groin pushed against her buttocks, crushing them as he brought his weight to bear. She felt his hard erection pressing through his pants, pressing against her ass cheeks.
He ground his loins into her buttocks, his hips moving from side to side, then up and down, dry humping against her, thrusting his hips into her ass. He shoved his erection in between the cheeks of her ass, humping into her as his lips sucked on the nape of her neck.
A sob broke clear of her lips and she cringed inwardly in humiliation, wanting to turn and claw and punch and kick at him, but not having the courage.
His hands kneaded her breasts through the thin shirt as his groin rubbed her ass in a slow, circular motion, then began thrusting into her, knocking her hips into the corner of the counter. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back sharply. She cried out in pain but he only laughed, his teeth closing on the side of her throat as he sucked furiously.
Then he stiffened, rubbing his crotch even harder against her soft, cupcake ass, humping and grinding with desperate intensity as he groaned in pleasure.
He staggered back and sat on the table, breathing hard. She stood there on shaky legs, trembling, the butter knife still in her hand.
"Hurry up there, pussy. I ain't got forever. I'm hungry, an if I don't get some ham an' cheese I'm liable to start eating beaver." He snickered in amusement.
She handed him the sandwiches on a plate. He smiled, then stood up, taking them in one hand and her hand in the other, leading her out into the living room behind him. He pushed her into a corner chair and sat across from her, picking up the first sandwich and taking a big bite.
"Not bad," he said.
She sat there in fear as he ate the sandwiches and stared at her.
"if… if you leave I won't tell anyone," she said.
"Yeah, sure. You must think I'm a fuckin' imbecile."
"No. No, really."
"Shut the fuck up, cunt." She shut up. He ate the sandwiches. "Hey, cunt. Stand up and turn around." She stood uncertainly, then turned, her face reddening.
"Like I said, you got a nice ass, but those pants are too fuckin' loose. Go upstairs and get a really tight pair and come back down an' show me."
She stared at him until he slammed his fist down on the table, then she scurried past him to the stairs and ran up. She went to her room and closed the door, locking it. She grabbed the phone, but there was no dial tone here either. She could have cried.
She went to the widow and looked down, wondering if she could jump down and get away without him seeing her. Surely he'd be watching for that. He was probably downstairs at the window right now. She sat on the bed, racking her brain, trying to figure out what she was going to do.
That loathsome, disgusting creature had rubbed himself to climax against her behind. She knew he was going to rape her, after he was done toying with her. If only there were a gun in the house, but there wasn't. Her parents hated guns and so did she.
"Hurry up, cunt, or I'll come up there and take those pants off for you," he called up from downstairs.
She started in shock, then jumped up, going to the window. No, even if she didn't break her leg, she was sure he was watching. What would she do? For now, she would do as he ordered. He had the gun, after all. She went to her closet and pulled a pair of jeans off the hanger, then slipped off her white pants and pulled them on.
She went back downstairs and he ordered her to turn around again.
"Not tight enough. I want pants that squeeze your buns apart, nice tight ones that cut up between your pussy lips. Now get back up there. You don't find pants tight enough this time and you won't wear any at all. Got that?"
"Please… "
"Get your ass moving!" he yelled. She jumped back, then hurried upstairs, knowing for sure that he meant what he said and wondering whether he would accept any pants as being tight enough. She dug out a pair she hadn't worn since she was thirteen and tugged them on. She could barely close the zipper and the things dug up into her crotch almost painfully hard.
Red faced, she went back downstairs and walked in front of him, showing him her ass. His hand came up and squeezed it, then slid between her thighs and gave her cunt a squeeze.
"That's nice," he grinned. "Nice and tight. Bet it squeezes your pussy. Don't it?" She didn't answer.
"I asked a question. Does it squeeze your pussy?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Say it louder."
"Yes," she said.
He stood up behind her and pressed himself against her, his hands caressing her shoulders, then sliding up and down her arms. She shivered in fear, her eyes closed, praying. His hands moved around her and cupped her breasts, then went down her belly and snapped the catch on her pants. He snickered as he slowly eased the zipper down.
Quickly then, without a word, he jerked her pants down over her hips, then her panties. His actions were quick, violent, forceful. He swung her around and pushed her backwards until she fell onto the couch. He gripped her legs and pulled them up, dropping to his knees next to the couch.
He shoved her knees back against her chest, one hand holding them there as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his bulging erection.
"Please," she sobbed. "Oh please!"
He pushed his cockhead against her cringing cunt opening, then jammed it inside.
"Ahhhh! OH God!" she cried, the pain like fire as he tore open her cunt lips and forced his organ into her. He forced the cockhead inside, then gripped her hips and thrust hard, his prick stabbing deep into her, his hips humping furiously as he fucked his cock up into her belly.
"AHhhhhh! Unnnngggh! OHHhhh! GOdddd!" she cried, sobbing as he jackhammered his cock inside her dry cunt tube. He buried it inside her belly, his fingers like claws on her hips as he jerked her forward to meet his thrusts.
She ground her teeth together, pinned like a butterfly, impaled by his angry fuck tool. She tried to claw at him, desperate to ease the pain, but couldn't even reach past her own knees, still locked together inside her jeans, which were bunched up around her thighs.