"Bitch," he said over and over. "Bitch."
He dropped her to the couch again. She was sobbing softly as he put his big hands on her shoulders. Before, she knew what he was doing he had ripped her blouse into shreds. "No," she screamed. "Oh my God, no!"
He ripped the blouse off her and she stood panting in just her pants and bra. He walked toward her with an evil gleam in his eye. She backed away until there was no place else she could go.
"Leave me alone," she said. "Please."
"Baby," he said. "I'm going to take your Goddamn clothes off and then I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I'm going to teach you what it means to turn away from a man."
She clawed at his face but he grabbed her arm and twisted it down. She felt pain shoot through her shoulder. He let go of her and slapped her back against the wall. He kept her pinned there as he bent to kiss her soft white throat.
"Animal," she whispered.
She felt sick and disgusted at his touch. She brought her knee up in an instinctive reaction. She heard his grunt of pain as her knee hit his balls.
This time she'd really gotten him mad and she hadn't hurt him enough to stop him.
He slammed her back against the wall and his fist slammed into her stomach. She was out of breath for a moment and he gave her no time to get her strength back.
"Do you want to play rough?" he asked her. "I'll teach you how to play rough, you fucking cunt!"
He grabbed her by the head and began pushing her head back against the wall. Again he slammed her until she was seeing stars. He slapped her cheeks until she tasted blood.
"Oh my God, stop," she pleaded.
He didn't stop. He kept hurting her until she felt like she had no strength left. Finally he released her into a sobbing heap on the floor.
He grabbed her hair and lifted her head up.
"I'm going to fuck you, cunt," he said. "I'm going to stick my cock right up your pussy and in your mouth and anywhere else I want to. I'm going to give it to you, bitch, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Everything he said was true and there was no sense righting any longer.
She nodded her head. "All right."
He picked her up and leaned her back against the wall again. This time his mouth was hard as he pressed against her. She felt his tongue probing her lips and she opened up. His hot tongue darted into her mouth and touched her own.
"There," he said. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it? But we haven't started good yet."
He kissed her again on the mouth and allowed his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. She felt a little weak and sick, but she knew better than to try to pull away again.
She tensed as she felt one of his big hands pawing her breasts.
"Hell," he said. "Take that damn thing off. I don't want a woman wearing bras. I like to see titties flop."
She reached behind her back and unhooked the clasps of her bra. She bit back a sob as she felt his eyes touching her in a way no man ever had.
She dropped the bra and it fell to the floor. She removed her arms and allowed him to look at her tits. He stood there for a long time just looking.
"Fantastic," he said.
He pressed her against the wall with his strong, stocky body while his hands freely groped at her ripe tits. For the first time she felt a man's fingers bruising her tender flesh.
"They feel real fine, honey," he said, "they're small but they feel real fine."
She wanted to be sick to her stomach but she somehow controlled herself. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach. She shut her eyes but that didn't help. She was suddenly flooded with mental pictures.
She could still see Jennifer and this man in the back seat. She could hear the soft cries they made. She could still see Jennifer's blonde head bobbing up and down on his immense shaft.
His fingers clutched her titties tightly and he started running his thumb over her nipples.
She tried to will herself not to feel anything.
She tried to think of other things. Nothing helped. Even as a girl, her breasts had always been sensitive. One touch could drive her crazy. She had always had to be so careful.
He felt her nipples begin to stiffen and he laughed lewdly.
"All you virgin pieces are just alike," he said. "You're hot for it."
"No," she lied, through clenched teeth. I don't like it. You're an animal and I get sick looking at you.
He laughed again because he knew she was lying. He kissed her mouth and found her bps warm. He sucked at her tongue but she struggled to keep it from him.
He didn't get angry. He only got more determined to teach her a lesson. He was going to make the coldhearted bitch beg for his cock before he was done.
He fondled her titties a few moments longer and then he stepped back from her.
"Okay, sweetie," he said. "I want to see what you've been hiding all these years. Strip the rest off. Right now!"
He walked back to the couch and sat down. He wasn't afraid of her trying to run away again. She was too frightened for that. He licked his lips as he watched her firm tits heave.
She was really turning him on. She looked so sweet and innocent and so damned scared.
"All right," he said, leaning back on the couch. "Hurry it up. I want you to strip the rest of your things off. I want to see that sweet virgin cunt of yours. Hurry!"
She couldn't hurry. Her fingers trembled as she undid her pants. She couldn't seem to get the buckle to work right. Finally she had it undone and she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Go ahead," he said. "Strip them off."
Tears stung at her eyes as she realized the hopelessness of her situation. It wasn't like the movies. Her charming hero was going to be too late to rescue her virtue.
"Get on with it," he repeated.
His eyes were ugly and there was no mercy to be found in his face. He was hungry for her. He looked at her like a hungry cat eyeing a canary.
She was still crying as she skimmed the form fitting pants down her legs and stepped out of them. She dropped the pants on the floor and stood up straight again. His dark eyes went over her body.
"Hot damn," he said. "Godalmighty, you're a fine piece of woman!"
She felt naked and dirty but there was nothing she could do about it. She closed her eyes but she immediately had to open them again. She couldn't stand the mental pictures that formed in her mind.
She kept seeing his stiff rod slamming into Jennifer and she kept hearing Jennifer's soft cries.
"This can't be happening to me," she said softly.
"It's happening," he said. "It sure is happening. You've hidden your sweet body too long. It's time you found out what a woman's body is for."
Dave had never been as strongly attracted to a woman as he was this one. There was something very sexy about her. Something that made his blood hot and put an ache in his balls.
Clothes had hidden her body deceptively. Clothes had made her look skinny and she sure wasn't skinny. She had a tiny, perfect body. Like one of those shaggy darkhaired dolls the little girls had.
She wouldn't look at him and he found that this turned him on even more. He liked her to be so afraid of him.
"Now the panties," he said. "I want to see your pretty pink cunt."
"Don't make me take off anymore," she begged him. "I'll be good. I'll do the cooking and cleaning and things and I won't try to run away. Only don't do this to me. Please."
"Quit your damn crying and get your fucking panties off!" he commanded. "You act like your cunt's virgin gold. You're not the first cunt who ever got fucked and you won't be the last."
She was sobbing loudly as she skimmed the flimsy panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and her fingers immediately covered her mound.
He allowed her to keep her hands there, for a few brief moments, because that turned him on even more.