A tiny animal-like moan escaped her lips. It was all she could utter. She wanted to tell him to fuck her faster, to dive harder into her cunt. The passions raging in her could only be stilled by his hard length of prick.
He clit off any possible comment by brutally kissing her. His tongue lashed out like a whip and slavered over her mouth.
She gasped as she felt him pistoning even harder into her pussy. He was lifting her higher off the floor with each thrust. Her body was at the breaking point. She wanted more, she was getting as much as he could give.
The woman smelled the sweat from his body, the pungent odor of a man sexually aroused, even her own musky scent. They all mixed together in a rainbow of odors that helped her get by without sight. She depended on smell and touch and hearing to fill in where she couldn't see.
For a brief moment, she wished she could see the man raping her. The way his cock felt, she was sure he was powerfully built. How she wished she could reach out and touch him, to feel his arms, his back, his ass as he drove his cock into her!
Arms still pinned at her sides, she was denied the sense of feel except in her cunt. The feel of his prick against her now juicy pussy walls told her he was about at the point of climax. The broad arrowhead of his cock was expanding with added lust for her.
She tried clamping don on his buried length with her cunt muscles. To hold him inside her a second longer would give her an orgasm.
It wasn't possible. His powerful hips kept his cock reaming her out. When she felt the liquid gush of his cum, she knew he wasn't going to satisfy her needs.
To be raped was bad, evil, horrible, terrible. But to be denied the sexual release after he'd stroked the fires of her passion was even worse. He was cruel, heartless.
She hated him more than she'd ever hated anyone.
She felt his cock go limp inside her cunt. The dribble of his jism flowed out, and down the inside of her thigh. Lisa heard him grunt as he pulled himself upright.
"You're a damn good lay. Don't let nobody tell you different."
She was frightened to move. "Wh-what are you going to do?" she managed.
There was no answer. The blood still pounded loudly, in her ears. She concentrated. Finally Lisa heard the scrape of leather on wood from her bedroom. The man was leaving by the window. He was gone!
She freed her arms from the tangle of her nightgown and, for long minutes, cried bitterly. She couldn't remember being more humiliated, more degraded, in all her life.
CHAPTER TWO
"So, Miss Hopkins, you can't really give us any sort of description of this guy?" the detective asked.
Lisa was sitting in an over stuffed chair, trying to keep calm. This was almost worse than having to deal with the input. These men were supposed to be on her side. Instead they seemed to be grilling her like she was the one who'd committed some horrible crime.
It didn't seem fair to her.
"You know I'm blind. I have to rely on my other senses."
"So what can you tell us?" the man asked sarcastically.
"He uses a soap that smells like pine, he wasn't shaved in a couple days and he might be medium height but overweight."
"So how do you get all that?"
"Damn it," she flared. "You asked me for information. That's it. I may have had my arms pinned at my side but I could still smell. I smelled the pine scent. His beard all over my breasts couldn't be mistaken, even by an asshole like you. And he just felt like he was medium height and overweight. I can't tell you more. Sound of his feet on the rug, the way he walked, all that and more. I'm blind!"
She broke down, crying.
"Shit," the detective said. "Anything worthwhile?" he called to the lab men dusting for fingerprints.
"No, nothing. Looks like the guy wore gloves. And there's only a slight scratch on the window ledge. Fresh, but no way of telling how it was done. That's it, Lieutenant."
"Okay, thanks. Look, Miss, I want more from you. The doc's been over you and says you were raped. Or rather, you've engaged in sexual relations tonight. Are you sure you just didn't have a fight with your boy friend or something?"
"Get out," came the flat, menacing voice from the doorway. "I heard what you've been saying to her. I'll find a lawyer in the morning and see if we can't sue you or something."
The detective tiredly turned to the man in the doorway. "And who the hell are you?"
"Carl Barker. I'm Lisa's boy friend and I did not have a fight with her tonight, nor did I break in here and rape her. I think you've just slandered me. Not to mention bullying her."
"Another armchair lawyer. The world's filled with 'em. Never mind, Mr. Barker. Call your lawyer if you want. But just get her down to the station tomorrow for a statement. If you haven't made up by then."
The detective turned and left.
Carl crouched beside Lisa and put his arm around her. "Don't worry about it, honey. He's gone. And the others are, too. I heard what they were saying. It's terrible the way they were treating you."
"I'm so glad you came over, Carl. I don't think I could have stood much more of that detective. You know what he told me? He said I should get me a seeing eye dog!"
"There, there," he comforted. "It's going to be all right now. I'm here. Nothing more's going to happen tonight."
"I'm glad you came over. Thank you, Carl." The girl turned her blind eyes unerringly toward the man. She couldn't see but she could tell he was near.
"The least I can do, all you've been through and all that." He bit back any more words. He was starting to babble. That wouldn't soothe the girl. It would only make things worse.
"Do you want me to go so you can get some rest?" he asked.
"NO! Don't leave me, Carl. Please! He… he might come back!"
"Okay, I'll stay. I doubt if he'll be back, though. Especially since the cops have been swarming all over the place. Guys like the one who did this to you aren't too brave."
"Just don't go."
Her lips found his. For a moment, Carl didn't know how to respond. Did she need comforting like this after being raped? Or was the kiss just a symbol of her gratitude for him stopping by in her hour of need?
The way her tongue pressed and demanded entry into his mouth told him it was more than a simple, chaste thank you kiss. He parted his lips and let her tongue come charging in.
There, tongues tangled erotically. She began slow, sensual strokes back and forth along the length of his tongue. The rough, wet, pink tongue stimulated him, made his breath come faster. As he tasted her wine-sweet saliva, he knew they weren't going to stop with simple kissing.
It was going to be a fun night – fun after all the horror.
She broke off the kiss for a moment, as if reading his thoughts. "Don't worry about me, Carl. Just hold me and do what comes natural. I need to be reassured sex is good. Help me."
He helped her.
His arms wrapped around her slender shoulders as he passionately kissed her. Together they crumpled to the soft rug. There, bodies passionately wrestling, they began kissing in earnest.
She needed him badly. Her thoughts were scrambled up from the rape. It bad been a real mind-fuck for her. She had actually enjoyed what the man did to her while she was hating every second of it. Her body loved the harsh caresses, the hard driving prick going up her cunt. She felt betrayed by her body. Her twat had actually started drooling for that hideous man.
Mentally, she was so confused, she didn't know what to think. The feel of her boyfriend's lips against hers helped erase the confusion. She knew this was good. Sex was good. Fucking was the thing that always brightened her spirits, brought light to her dark world.
Her tongue stabbed out to crash against his. The very tips of their tongues worked little circles round each other. She was teasing and tormenting him. And both loved it.