Intruder_(0)

The Intruder Part 1



Jessie sighed as she closed the text at last. She took off her glasses
and rubbed her tired eyes, then stood up, yawning and stretching in her
chair. She was beginning to think maybe she’d been wrong to choose law as
a major. Long years of long hours awaited and she wasn’t sure she was up
to it.

Instead of going to Europe with her family, for example, she was here
alone in their huge summer home, alone for a few days anyway, until she
began her summer law clerking job in the city. What she wouldn’t give to
be alone out here for the rest of the summer, just relaxing.

She plucked a tissue out of its box and wiped her thin, wire framed
aviator style glasses, then put them back on her nose. What else could
she, daughter of William Winston the fourth do, anyway? Her family
practically bred lawyers, had for centuries.

She would be the first woman though, and surely that was something to be
proud of. She pulled her sweatshirt up and off, then skimmed out of her
pants, tossing them in the laundry hamper.

She hesitated, then slid her panties off, undid her bra, and tossed both
in with the sweatsuit. The house was empty, after all. She padded naked
down the hall to the bathroom, pausing by a large mirror and turning to
examine herself.

She was a tall young woman, lithe, slender, athletic, as she should be
as Captain of the school’s track and field, volleyball, and swim teams.
She had short hair because of that, not wanting it in her way when she
moved around quickly.

It was straight, very light blonde, and somewhat boyish, just over her
ears on the sides and touching her collar in back. She did have long bangs
though, which she brushed across to the right.

She held her right leg out straight and raised it off the floor,
smiling. She had great legs, everyone said so, legs that went on forever,
long and shapely and unblemished, perfectly formed and tapering evenly to
her ankles.

Rest of you ain’t bad either, she said to herself, her hands cupping her
high, full, firm breasts. She turned sideways to admire her profile, then
turned her behind to the mirror, slapping her ass with a smile. Her
buttocks were nicely rounded yet not plump or oversized.

She padded down the hall to the bathroom and began brushing her teeth,
her perfect, white teeth, she thought, turning glum. What good was a body
like this when you had no damned time to make use of it in the way it was
made.

Slut, she thought, giggling a little in amusement. She washed out her
mouth and sighed as she saw her reflection. Her face was oval and soft,
too soft for someone who wanted to be a cutthroat lawyer. She had a small
snub nose and round green eyes, again, not the piercing, angry eyes to sway
or intimidate opponents.

Well, she’d just have to be tougher than them, then, thinking her a
powder puff because of her looks, they’d be taken completely by surprise.

She brushed her hair then went back down the hall to her room, feeling
slightly kinky walking naked, empty house or no. She got into bed naked
and fell quickly asleep.

She woke at dawn, as usual, and got out of bed, feeling energized. She
went to the dresser and got out a pair of shorts and tank top, not
bothering with underwear since she’d just get it all sweaty. Who was out
there to see her anyway?

She went downstairs and out the back door. The Winston’s owned a large
former ranch, over five thousand acres of green. Their sprawling home sat
in the middle of it, with a big pool in back and a stable off to one side.
There were a few horses in the stable for riding, something else she would
miss when she left. She did some deep knee bends, then stretching
exercises.

She was about to set out when something happened. Normally, she jerked
off in the morning, but this morning she’d neglected that for some reason.
As a result she was feeling sexually charged. Maybe that was why she
suddenly had an idea, an idea that made her skin tingle with lust.

Why not jog nude? After all, the jogging trail was clear as it wove in
and out of the woods. No branches or brushes needed to be pushed through.
She could jog naked without getting any scratches or scrapes. Nobody would
see her either. Their nearest neighbour was miles away.

Feeling terribly slutty she stripped off her shorts and tank top, then,
naked, her breasts swelling with heat and her nipples hard as diamonds, she
ran out across the wide green lawn towards the jogging trail that wound
through the woods.

She jogged all through the woods, feeling wonderfully natural as she
moved in the buff. She halted halfway through, supposedly to catch her
breath, but really just to lay sprawled out in a grassy field naked.

She felt like a naughty, slutty little girl.

She jogged back, then as she was nearing the pool in the back yard,
danced around pulling her shoes off, then ran as hard as she could and dove
forward, hitting the water like an arrow and sliding beneath in a smooth,
deep arching dive.

She swam strongly from one side of the pool to the other, then took it
easy, doing a slow backstroke. She climbed out, dripping water, and walked
into the house, and up the stairs, taking her morning shower at last. She
wanted to jerk off badly, very badly, but she fought it.

She didn’t have time right then, since she wanted to go to town quickly,
get some shopping done, then get back and hit the books again. She had ten
chapters to get through today.

Feeling sexy, she put on a pair of tiny pink, silk bikini panties and a
matching french bra. Then, as if to counterbalance that, she put on a red
checked flannel shirt and loose white pants, then got into a pair of cowboy
boots and went back downstairs.

“Well, hi there.” She gasped in shock and spun around to find a large,
strange man sprawled out on the couch, a glass of beer in his hand.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” she demanded.

“Name’s Jones. What’s your name, honey?” She glared at him and strode
forward. “It’s not honey, for one thing. Now get your feet off the coffee
table and your ass out of this house before I call the police.”

“You haven’t even asked me why I’m here,” he smiled.

“I don’t care why you’re here. You had no right coming into this house
uninvited.” She saw now that she’d left the patio door unlocked. “Oh come
on, honey. Don’t be unfriendly like that.”

“Fine,” she said, glaring. She went over to the phone and lifted it up.
There was no dial tone. She looked at it in surprise, then at him. He
grinned, and she suddenly felt a twinge of fear.

“Did you do something to this phone?” she asked, her voice not as firm
as it was before.

“Maybe, maybe not. Come and sit down and we’ll talk.” Instead she
backed away, realizing for the first time, just how big he was. Sprawled
on the couch it didn’t show as well from back by the stairs.

“I said, come here,” he said, and suddenly he had a gun in his hand.
She froze, her eyes widening and her heart beginning to pound with fear.

“Get your ass over here and sit down,” he ordered. She swallowed
nervously, then did as he ordered, sitting across from him.

He had shaggy brown hair and was wearing a cheap looking shirt and tight
jeans.

“You’re cute, you know that, honey?” She didn’t answer.

“What’s your name?”

“Jessica,” she said.

“Jessica. They call you Jessie?” She nodded.

“Jessie, I got a bit of a problem. See, I got no place to stay tonight,
and here I find you with this big ol’ house and nobody else here. I was
hoping you’d let me stay the night.” “Sure,” she said, eyeing his gun.

“Why, I think you, Jessie. That’s real friendly. Say, stand up for a
minute, would you?” She stood hesitantly and his eyes moved up and down her
body.

“Really nice. How tall are you, Jessie?”

“Five eleven,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Five eleven,” she gulped.

“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.

He fucked into her with furious, savage force, his prick rutting and
twisting and churning inside her aching fuck sheath. His hips slapped
against her upturned buttocks as he jerked her back against him again and
again.

Jessie felt his cock pounding up inside her belly, ripping and tearing
at her guts as he jerked her back, used her like a rag doll, jerked off
inside her cunt. His hands slid up over her belly and fastened around her
breasts, squeezing them harshly, twisting and jerking the tender meat
around as he pounded his cock into her fuck opening.

He sawed his cock back and forth between her straining cunt lips,
spearing it deep into her guts as he sneered down at her. Then he grunted,
his pumping slowing, slowing more until he stopped.

He sighed in pleasure, then pulled his cock out between her wounded,
burning cunt lips. He pushed her knees back more, grinning as he gazed
down at her buttocks, his jism seeping out of her cunt opening, and her
puckered little anus.

“Like I said, nice ass,” he said, rubbing it. He gave her a slap then,
making her scream as her bare ass was spanked by his big hand.

He stood up and went over to his chair, sitting down and watching her,
smiling. She grabbed her pants, jerking them back up around her hips,
zipping and buttoning them.

“Go get me some more sandwiches, slut,” he sneered. She staggered off
into the kitchen, her eyes wide, her chest heaving, her mind reeling at the
sudden, violent attack.

She stumbled into the kitchen, and fell back against the fridge,
covering her face with her hands.

Desperately, she lunged towards the hall door, then ran down to the
other side of the house and out the side door, running as fast as she could
across the wide green lawns. She kept looking back to see if he was
coming, and then he was. She whimpered in terror, running faster.

Her arms and legs pumped as fast as she could as she raced across the
grass, leaving the lawn and running through the scraggly weeds and tall
grasses. She looked back every few seconds, and saw that he was gaining.
Then, while looking behind her, she tripped over a gopher mound and went
flying, tumbling head over heels in the grass.

She cried in desperation and pain, getting to her feet again. Her foot
collapsed beneath her, dropping her to the ground again. She clutched her
ankle as pain made her want to scream. Then he was beside her. He grabbed
her hair, pulling her to her feet, then slammed his fist into her belly so
she collapsed to the ground again.

“Fuckin’ whore!” he yelled. “I told you, didn’t I!”

His foot lashed out and kicked her hard in the ribs. She howled and
rolled as he kicked her again, in the belly, then in the hip, then the
back. He griped her hair and dragged her upwards, then slid his arm around
her neck and squeezed her throat.

She choked and struggled to breath as he tightened his fingers around
her throat, strangling her. He gripped her right arm and forced it up
behind her back until she would have screamed from the pain, if she could
have breathed.

He stopped, throwing her down on the ground on her face. Her chest
heaved as she gulped in great lungfulls of air. He dropped down beside
her, his hands yanking at her pants, tearing them down over her hips,
baring her ass cheeks. “Show you what happens when you try to get away, you
dirty little cunt,” he hissed.

Jessie hardly heard him. She was too busy breathing. Nothing had ever
tasted so good to her. She groaned weakly, holding her throat with both
hands as she tried to ease the pain. Then she shrieked in new pain,
wriggling against him as her ass exploded in agony.

She whipped her head back and saw him brandishing a small stick, an
obscene look of pleasure on his face as he raised it high. He swung it
down at her bare ass again and again she screamed in pain as fire ripped
into her nether region.

She struggled to free herself but he pinned her easily, one knee on the
small of her back as he swung the stick down onto her ass cheeks again,
then again, then again, the stick making a loud whirring sound as he swung
it down.

It smashed into her soft, boyish ass cheeks with a loud, crack of noise,
echoed each time by Jessie’s cry of pain. Her legs jerked and flopped on
the ground, her knees digging into the dirt as she tried desperately to
pull away, but it was hopeless and she finally lay there, sobbing as he
continued to rain blows on her aching ass flesh.

“Fuckin’ whore,” he snarled. He dropped the stick and his hand shot
down between her legs, gripping her cunt in tight fingers. She cried out
again as he squeezed savagely, twisting his hand from side to side, tearing
at her cunt flesh as the girl thrashed and writhed beneath him.

“What you need, is a hard cock up your fuck hole! You need one every
minute of the day, you filthy slut! All you snotty bitches should be
fucked fifty times a day at least. That’d teach you your place!” He held
tight to her pussy mound while his other hand gripped her hair and twisted
her head up and back. She yowled in pain, trying to pull his hands away
but he only laughed louder.

“Admit it, slut! You want cock, don’t you? Don’t you?”

“Yesss! Yesss!” she screamed. “Pleeeeasse!”

“You’ll get it, baby, don’t worry,” he sneered, tossing her away. She
rolled several times before stopping, moaning and clutching her groin.

“Now get your skinny ass back into the house, and the next time you try
and leave you’ll really feel it, whore!”

He stood up, glaring down at the blonde girl as she slowly pulled
herself to her knees, her hands pulling her pants up as she rose to her
feet. He bent and picked up the stick, holding it menacingly. She hurried
forward, doing up her pants as she went.

Once back in the house Jones slammed the door and then grabbed her by
the hair, jerking her back against him. His right hand slid around in
front of her and cupped her titty, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

“Now get your ass back into the kitchen and make me some more
sandwiches, whore,” he sneered. Then he spit in her face and shoved her
towards the kitchen.

Trembling in fear, Jessie made him several more sandwiches, then brought
them out to him, wide eyed and fearful. He took them with a smug smile,
sitting back on the couch as he bit off a giant bite from one. His eyes
never left her as he ate, then he cleared his mouth a little and sniggered.

“Those pants are still too loose. Take em’ off.” “Wha… wha.. what?”
she squeaked.

“Take off them pants. Fact’, take off everything. I wanna see you
naked.”

“I… I have some money,” she gulped.

“Sure you do. Rich girl like you. I’ll get it later. Right now, take
off your clothes.”

“Please, please I’ll do whatever you want… ” she heard herself
saying, detesting herself for her weakness, wanting to curse him but too
frightened.

“Yeah, I know you will. You can start by stripping.”

Her heart hammered in her chest so loudly she could hardly hear.

“No,” she gulped.

He smiled, then stood up. His hand slapped her face hard, knocking her
back against the wall. She cried out in shock and pain, clutching her
stinging face as she looked at him, terrified.

“Do what I say, girl.”

“Please,” she whimpered, Please… “

He slapped her face again, once more knocking her back against the wall.

“Strip,” he ordered. Jessie was in shock, her face stinging with pain.
Tears blurred her vision and she blinked her eyes to try and clear them.

“Strip,” he said again, then slammed his fist into her belly. She fell
to the ground, clutching her belly, tears trickling down her cheeks as she
whimpered in fear and pain, cowering back against the wall. Jones smiled
down at her, then slowly undid his belt, sliding it out of the pants loops
and doubling it in his fist.

“Strip, or else,” he said, slapping the belt against his other hand. He
grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet again, shoving her back against
the wall.

“Okay, baby, lets see it.”

He raised his hand and she cried out in fear, her hands jerking to the
top button of her shirt. Her hands were trembling but she got the button
open, then got her fingers onto the second button and after an eternity,
got that open.

Jones folded his arms, watching, a smile of amusement on his face.

Her shaking hands went down the line of her shirt, undoing the buttons
one by one until she reached her pants. She looked up at him, as though
hoping for a reprieve, then pulled her shirt out of the white pants and
undid the rest of the buttons.

She slowly eased the shirt open, cringing inwardly, her face flaming
with embarrassment as she exposed her full breasts, only partly clad in the
small silky half bra.

“Hmmmmmm,” he said appreciatively.

He extended his hand and she took off the shirt and handed it to him.
She raised her right foot and slipped off her boot, then took off the other
one. Jones took them both. Then her hands went to her pants and popped
the catch. Her hands shook even harder now and she had a hard time getting
the zipper down. She eased the pants slowly over her hips and down her
thighs, exposing her softly rounded hips and silky pink panties. She
stepped out of them and, her hands trembling even more, reached for her bra
clasp.

“Not yet. Don’t be so slutty,” he said. He moved back, then walked
across the room and turned on the stereo. He examined the CD’s and popped
one into the player, smiling and clapping his hands as loud music came out.
He came back to her and sat down.

“Dance,” he said.

“Wha… what?” she gulped.

“Dance, baby. Dance. Shake your ass for me. I wanna see a nice
dance.”

“I… I can’t,” she whimpered.

“You better, baby, or you’ll get a whipping like you never imagined,” he
said, his voice hard.

She stared at him in shock and horror, then yelped and stumbled back
when he yelled at her. “Dance!” She began to dance, more moving her
trembling body from side to side than anything else. He scowled
impatiently and hefted the belt and she began to dance in earnest, swinging
her hips and moving her legs, her hands moving in and out.

He smiled and clapped his hands, eyes glued to her body as she danced.

“Do a strip, whore. Do a bump an’ grind,” he laughed, munching on his
sandwich as he sat on the edge of a chair.

Her mind in a whirl, Jessie tried to remember how she’d seen girls do
things like that on tv shows or movies. She wiggled her hips in an
amateurish show, her hands waving out on either side.

“Take off the bra,” he laughed. “I wanna see those titties of yours.”

Her skin dark red, and hot with embarrassment, Jessie reached behind
her, and after several fumbling attempts at undoing the catch, finally got
it free. She looked down as she let the bra fall forward over her
shoulders and drop off her high, firm breasts.

“Real nice. Those nipples look like a good suck,” he commented. “Let’s
see em swing. Swing those tits around, baby,” he snickered.

She wriggled and twisted, making her fat melons sway and jiggle and
swing from side to side as Jones snickered and stared. “Now the panties.
Let’s see beaver!” His crude words embarrassed her even more. Yet she was
too terrified to disobey him. She still ached from the beating he had
given her. She reached down and peeled her panties downwards, bending over
to slip them off her knees.

“Dance, slut!” he yelled. “Swing those tits. Pull your legs apart. I
wanna see that slit!” She tried to dance with her legs open. It was
awkward and far from graceful, but he didn’t seem to mind. He laughed and
clapped his hands.

“Turn around whore and bend over. Spread those legs apart. Nice, real
nice,” he said as she bent far forward and spread her legs.

“Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart. I wanna see that little
round asshole.” She cringed in humiliation, but reached her hands back and
pulled at her ass flesh, prying her cheeks open and letting him look at her
round asshole.

“Nice, pull your cunt lips open too.” She whimpered and a tear fell from
her right eye, but her fingers slid into her soft pubic flesh and pried her
cunt lips apart, opening her glistening pink tunnel to his view.

“Fuckin’ Whore,” he sneered. “Fuck yourself. Let’s see you finger fuck
yourself. Stick those fingers up your snatch.”

She trembled and shuddered in anguished humiliation, but her finger slid
into her soft warms heath, wriggling from side to side until it was fully
inside her.

“Another. I want three fingers up your hole, slut!”

She slid a second finger then a third into herself, feeling her cunt
walls suck and squeeze on the digits as she slowly pumped them in and out.
Jones sat back on the chair and put his feet up on the table, laughing and
snickering as he watched.

She pumped her fingers in and out, wincing a little at the pain as she
forced her dry cunt back.

“Faster! Faster, whore!” She pumped her fingers in and out, panting and
whimpering as he chuckled and snickered.

“More, slut. Push your whole hand into your fuck box.” She gasped and
trembled harder. “I… I can’t,” she whimpered.

“You better, whore, otherwise I’ll shove mine in. Wanna bet I can’t do
it?”

She moaned and slit a fourth finger in alongside the other three,
folding her thumb in tight against them as she twisted them from side to
side and tried to work them into herself. She got all five into her as far
as her thumb’s first joint, but then her cunt could hardly spread any more.


“Come on, you cheap fucking cunt. Shove that hand up your snatch!”

“I’m… I’m trying,” she whined.

He stood up and moved behind her, making her heart pound in fear. His
big hand gripped her wrists suddenly, his other hand holding her by the
hair, then shoved it hard. She screamed in pain, her hand jammed hard into
her cunt meat, her body shaking as he cruelly twisted her wrist from side
to side and forced her hand deeper and deeper into her cunt opening.

“OWW! OWW! Ooohhh! Pleeeasse!”

“Shut the fuck up, you walking fuck box.”

He shoved her hand deeper still, forcing her whole hand inside her
crack, shifting his grip further up her wrist and still pushing inward.
Her cunt screamed in sharp, aching pain as her fingers were driven deep
into her lower belly.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” he laughed, jamming her hand into her until her cunt
lips eased closed around her wrist. She moaned in relief, though it was
just a little better. Her cunt still ached and burned but her cunt lips
weren’t as tightly stretched since her wrist was somewhat thinner than her
hand.

“Now that looks nice. How’s it feel in there, slut?”

She whimpered and gasped several times, trying to somehow shrink her
hand inside her overloaded, swollen cunt tunnel. The pain began to ease.
Thankfully, her cunt tunnel was more elastic than her cunt lips, sort of
like, she thought, the leg of a pair of panty hose. She yelped suddenly as
Jones slapped her ass hard.

“I said how’s it feel, you fucking smart assed, egg head whore?”

“I… I don’t’ know,” she whimpered.

“Is it tight?”

“Yessss.”

“Hot?”

“I don’t know.” He slapped her ass again. “Stupid whore.”

He grabbed her other hand suddenly and yanked it through her legs. His
other hand grabbed one finger, pulling it out straight, then pushed the tip
against her crinkled little anus.

“Wha… what..” she gasped. He forced her finger against her asshole
and jammed it inside, ignoring her whining and moaning.

“Finger fuck your asshole now, twat.”

“Please, nooooo,” she sobbed.

“Put it in or I’ll jam my fist up there.” She pumped her finger slowly,
wincing from the pain of the unnatural, perverted act.

Tentatively, she eased a second finger into her asshole, and got both in
to the knuckles.



The Intruder Part 2



“The whole hand, ” he snickered.

She sobbed, having hoped a couple of fingers would be enough to satisfy
his disgusting perversion. She slid a third finger inside, groaning from
the pain as she forced her asshole wide. A fourth finger joined the other
three, then she pressed her thumb in tight and groaned as she eased all
five into her asshole.

She was breathing harshly though her gaping mouth, gasping in pain,
moaning. She spread her legs wider, hoping to ease the tightness. She
clenched her teeth tightly and ground them together as she slowly worked
her hand into her asshole.

She had to go back and forth, moving back when the pressure got too
harsh, too tight, then easing forward again. All the while the trembled in
anxiety, wondering when he would lose his patience and jam her hand in with
savage force.

Her right hand was like a big thick lump of lead inside her cunt pipe,
blocking it and forcing the tight walls way apart. And now her other hand
was pushing deeper into her asshole. She could actually feel the her right
hand through the thin wall of her ass tube as her left hand probed deeper.

She groaned and grit her teeth as the widest part of her hand, the hell,
slowly eased up into her asshole, then she gasped in relief as her asshole
snapped shut on her wrist. She had both hands inside herself now, just her
wrists sticking out of the tight, wide holes.

“Now ain’t that pretty,” he sneered as he slid his hand up and down her
ass cheeks. He moved around in front of her and squatted down, looking up
at her with a gaping grin on his face.

He reached up and fondled her hanging breasts, snickering as he worked
his fingers into the soft, malleable flesh. “Mooooooooo,” he said.
“Mooooooo.” He burst out laughing, his fingers now squeezing her tits
savagely, jerking them downward as though he were milking a cow’s udder.

“Where’s the milk?” he laughed. He stood up then and unzipped his
pants, stepping out of them. He gripped her by the hair, forcing her head
up so she was staring into his hard cock. She looked at the round little
piss hole as he pushed it forward. “Time to eat, baby,” he jeered, pushing
his cockhead against her lips.

She opened her lips and his cock slid through and into her mouth. She
gagged as he pushed his cockhead too deep, closing her lips tightly and
sucking on it, working her tongue against the head in an attempt to satisfy
him so he wouldn’t choke her.

“That’s it. Suck that cock, baby. Suck it good,” he sneered.

She sucked as hard as she could but he wasn’t satisfied. He held her
hair as he pumped his cock in her mouth, sliding his bloated cock shaft
back and forth across her straining lips. He pulled it out then and wiped
the saliva coated prick across her face several times, then he slid it back
into her mouth again.

He gripped her head with both hands, holding her around the ears as he
spread his legs and began to pump steadily, using her mouth like it was a
cunt. He sneered as he humped into her, using greater and greater force,
his cockhead punching against the back of her mouth as she tried
desperately to control its cruel plunges.

Then he gave a harsh thrust and his cockhead slipped right down her
throat. She choked and gurgled helplessly, in fear and pain as his long
thick cockshaft followed the rounded head down her gullet.

“Swallow it, whore, fucking cheap bitch. Swallow that cock!”

He drove his cock in her to the balls, his pubic bone mashing her nose
as his balls hung down against her jaw. He groaned in pleasure at the feel
of her throat swallowing continuously, instinctively trying to draw the
thick chunk of meat lodged inside it down into her belly.

He drew it back, fighting the sucking power of her throat, then thrust
forward, pumping his cock inside her throat tube. He ignored her strangled
choking moans as he fucked his cock in her throat, holding her tight by the
ears.

Her vision began to blur from lack of air as his thick bloated fuck tool
blocked her wind pipe. Finally he pulled it back into her mouth, then out,
letting her gulp in air as he wiped his cock against her face again. He
snickered then thrust it back into her mouth and straight down her throat.

“Yeahh! Yeahhh! Your mouth and throat were built to swallow cock you
stinking cheap slut!” He held her head tightly and began to really fuck
into her, his cock pounding up and down her throat, sawing over her tongue
as he humped into her. His balls slapped against her jaw and chin as he
fucked her mouth and throat with cruel relish, driving his cockhead almost
down into her chest with his forceful strokes.

He pulled back suddenly, his cockhead popping out of her throat tube
like a cork coming out of a bottle, and held his cock in front of her.
Then a thick wad of cum spit out and hit her in the face. Another followed
and another and another as cock juice spit against her cheeks and forehead
and mouth and nose.

He used his cock to smear the cum juice across her face as he held her
tightly by the hair, then he pulled back with a laugh. Jessie was
horrified and disgusted as the cum poured over her face.

“You fucking bastard!” she screamed. “You dirty stinking pervert!”

He snickered, then slammed his open hand against the side of her face.
It hit her like a thunderbolt, knocking her over onto her side. She fell
heavily, screaming as her hip and side slammed into the floor. Her hands
were still buried in her cunt and asshole and she couldn’t pull them out
without great pain.

He slid his belt out of his pants loops and doubled it up, then swung it
down on her, cracking it against her back. She screamed again, trying to
wriggle aside or away, but she was helpless with her hands inside herself.
She tugged at them, trying to pull them out, but each time the heels of her
hands tried to push her cunt lips or ass mouth open wider the pain forced
them back.

The belt swung down again and again, cracking against her back and her
hips and her ass and her legs as she yelled and begged and cried out in
pain, helpless to dodge it or protect herself. Finally she gave a scream
as she managed to pull her hand out of her anus.

He continued to whip her with the belt, hardly hindered at all. She
tugged at her other hand, trying to get it out of her cunt, ignoring the
pain because of the greater pain of the whipping belt. She gave another
scream and jerked it free, her cunt snapping closed on empty air. She tried
to crawl away but he followed, cracking the belt down on her ass freely
now, without her hands in the way. He growled and dropped to his knees
behind her, grabbing her thighs. He jerked her back against him until her
ass cheeks were pressed against his belly.

She continued to paw at the floor, trying to crawl away but he held her
too tightly. He reached forward and grabbed her arms, pulling them back
behind her, dropping her onto her face and shoulders on the rug. He pulled
her wrists together behind her, then forced them up high, until she
screamed in agony.

“You love it, don’t you, cunt?” he sneered, forcing her wrists right up
behind her neck, mashing her face into the rug as he spread her legs with
his free hand. He took his cock, which was still as hard as steel, and
slid it effortlessly into her cunt. He fucked her hard and savagely for a
long minute, then pulled out and shoved it up her ass.

She burst into tears, utterly mortified and disgusted by having his cock
up her asshole. The very idea of sodomy had always revolted her, and now
she had a big fat dripping wet cock in her asshole. He buried it inside
her, then fucked hard and fast, his hips smacking and slapping against her
buttocks.

“I’d like to do this to all you snotty college girls,” he sneered.
“This’s what you all need, a good hard cock up your ass. A good reaming
out would do wonders for you whores.”

He let go of her wrists and they fell limply apart as she moaned in
relief. Her arms twitched and jerked as they slowly pulled away from her
back and fell onto the rug on either side of her. He fucked his big boner
down her shitter with renewed energy, both hands on her hips as he jerked
her back to meet his savage thrusts.

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah,” he grunted. “Fuck you! Fuck you!”

He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up and back
against him as she cried out in pain. He slid his arms underneath her
armpits and brought his hands up and back behind her head, jerking her back
hard against him.His cock rammed up into her asshole, his balls mashing
against the underside of her buttocks.

He held her there, then bent her back as he ground his loins against her
ass, twisting his cock inside her anus. He pulled back even harder, bowing
her back to the point of breaking as he pumped his boner inside her rectal
tunnel.

His hard thrusts actually lifted her off her knees, his prick stabbing
straight up into her and making her jerk upwards. He sneered and laughed,
ignoring her whimpering please for relief, then he suddenly pulled his arms
away, letting her fall back onto the rug. He gripped her hips tightly as
he pistoned his fuck-pole down her anus with furious energy, his hips
bruising her soft ass meat as he skewered the sobbing blonde.

He groaned in relief as a thick wad of cum spewed out of his cock tip
and pumped down into her rectum. Wad after wad sprayed her ass tunnel with
its sticky whiteness until he had emptied himself inside her.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” he sighed, easing his pumping, leaving his cock buried
inside her as he leaned forward, his hands pressing down on her shoulders.

“That was good, slut,” he sighed. “Bet you liked that, huh, on your
knees gettin’ a good hard one up the ass, that’s just what you needed.”

He let his cock soften inside her, not eager to pull it free from her
snug, warm anus, then he felt a pressure from his bladder. He smiled
broadly.

“Uh oh, Gotta go, whore. Gotta take a piss. Here it comes. Get
ready.”

Her eyes widened in shock. Surely he… surely he couldn’t. Nobody
could be so perverted, so disgusting, so… She felt the hot, forceful
stream of piss blasting into her asshole. More and more of the burning
fluid flooded down into her bowels as he sighed in happiness.

He poured half a quart of piss down into her ass before finally pulling
his cock back out, letting her anus squeeze out the last drops of piss. He
slapped her ass hard, making her yelp.

“Now you got a bellyful of jism and a full load of piss in you,” he
chortled, getting to his feet. Jessie dropped fully to the floor and
rolled onto her side, hugging herself. Never in her life had she felt so
filthy, so revolted.

She staggered to her feet and ran to the stairs, racing upstairs to her
bedroom and slamming the door behind. He chuckled and went into the
kitchen to get a beer.

Upstairs Jessie sat on the toilet, on the verge of throwing up as the
piss and cum poured out of her asshole. She sat on the toilet for long
minutes, then filled her tub and took a long bath, then another. She
didn’t think she would ever feel clean again.

She prayed he would be gone when she got back down. What more could he
do to her? Surely he’d satisfied his perverted lust. He’d already raped
her, sodomised her, forced her to suck him. Please, please, please, she
asked God, make him go now.

Finally she wrapped a big fluffy towel around herself and left the
bathroom, going back into her bedroom. Jones was in her room, poking
through her dresser drawers. She stared at him in shock, her heart
sinking. Jones ignored her as he pulled lingerie out of the drawer.

“Now this is nice,” he said, holding up a mass of lacy black material.
There was a frilly little see through lace bra, a matching G-string, and a
garter belt, garters, and black fishnet stockings. A girlfriend had given
the set to her last year as a joke on her studious, dull life.

He tossed them on the bed as he turned to look at her.

“Put em on, baby. I wanna see you in them.” He sat on the end of the
bed, watching with interest as she donned, first the G-string, then the
bra, then the garter belt, and garters and stockings. She looked at him
wordlessly.

“Nice, real nice. You can wear that. Now come and show me where
everything is.”

He pulled her down the hall to her parents room, demanding she tell him
where their jewels were, where cameras and other expensive things could be
found. She answered him in a dull, lifeless voice. She had given up any
struggle, either for her dignity or her family’s possessions.

He unplugged their tv and carried it down while she carried the jewelry
box, a VCR, a video camera and a pair of thirty-five millimetre cameras.
She helped him pack their silverware and gathered together the other
stereos, TVs and VCRs in the house, all except for the ones in the living
room.

“Well, that was sweaty work,” he said. “You go upstairs and pour me a
bubble bath, and make the water hot.” She nodded dully, then went up to do
his bidding. After a bit he came up, grunting and smiling and stood in
front of her, forcing her to take off his clothes. Naked, he climbed into
the tub and lay back, sighing in comfort.

“Get in slut, strip and come in. I always wanted one of those oriental
type baths. You’re gonna soap yourself up and scrub me with your tits.”

Jessie didn’t really know what he meant, but stripped naked and got into
the tub. He handed her the soap and ordered her to soap herself up good.
She soaped up her chest heavily, then he turned around and ordered her to
rub her fat tits against his wet back.

“This is no good,” he said. He stood up and ordered the soapy wet girl
to follow him. They went down the hall to her room and he got into her bed
with a sigh of pleasure, laying flat on his belly.

“Got on me, slut and soap me up with your titties.”

Swallowing nervously, she got into bed, straddling him, her soft ass and
stinging cunt pressing against the small of his back. She bent over and
pressed her tits against his back, softly rubbing them up and down.

“Harder, slut!” he snapped. She pressed her soapy melons harder against
him, rubbing them up and down, mashing them against his muscular back as
she soaped him up. Her ass and crotch were also soapy and she rubbed
herself over his lower back and buttocks as he sighed in comfort.

“Ahhh,” he sighed. “Rub that pussy on me, girl, mash those titties
against me.” He paused for a moment. “Hey, give my shoulders a nice
massage too.”

Her fingers kneaded his shoulders as she rubbed her cunt up and down his
back. She slid easily now as both were wet and coated with soap.

“Harder you twat, rub harder.”

Jessie’s cunt, ass and thighs slid back and forth over his back as she
kneaded his shoulders.