The Bitch Has It Coming-A

(I am keeping this story together even as I write new parts. So many read only the current thing in ‘New Stories’ then make comments about it being confusing and unclear. There are some added and reworked pieces in the first part anyway. Read and rate, pro or con.)

It was almost too easy. Grabbing her as she walks past the dark doorway. Sticking the syringe in the back of her thigh.

Now with her nicely drugged and out cold in the back of my van I can get on with daydreaming of what will happen over the next day or so. Hmmmm. I hope that animal sedation drug does not kill her but oh well.

My mouth almost waters at the thoughts. Driving carefully through the city toward the country and the vacant house I have checked out for use in this sweet adventure.

Remembering how I noticed her just last week.

A lesbian. A pretty one but definitely on the butch side. Not too tall, not too strong looking.

Nice and feminine but the way she talked to the girl she was with, her manner, said she was in charge and would take no shit from anyone.

God! I hope she hates men! I hope she tries to fight me tooth and nail! I wonder how painful I will have to make it to get her to suck my dick? Smiling at the thought. Both the making her willing and getting sucked. She has a delicious looking mouth. I hope she fights, curses me.

Looking over my should at her half lite body. Face turned away but the nice shoulders, sweet round ass are there to see. Just you wait cunt. Just you wait and see.

An hour and then pulling around to the back of the old house.

Lights off, opening the back, dragging the dead weight of the woman back far enough to get her over my shoulder. Smelling her pants. Perfume and tobacco smoke but nice. Smaller than I first thought too. Good. Hope she is tight. Smiling. Her ass will be even if her cunt is loose and sloppy from big dildos and strap-ons.

Through the back, down the hallway. The small iron postered bed. Tossing her down on her back.

Good! Still breathing. Pretty limp but alive.

Changing his mind. Better to have her on her stomach and chest. At least at first. Less kicking that way.

Closing and locking the bedroom door. Shoving the padding under the wood to make this room almost sound proof. Yep. Window covered with a mattress to make it sound proof too.

Now!

Using soft silk ties to bind each arm to a steel bar of the headboard. Wondering, should I do her feet yet?

No. Let her kick while I work on her.

How long before she comes too? No matter. I do want her completely awake before I fuck her though.

Checking his toys. Licking his lips in anticipation.

Lube. Good KY.

Ropes to tie up legs and feet. Good.

Razor sharp knife for her clothing. Sharp point to encourage her to suck my cock. Kill her if I have to.

Could I? Hard to say right now. If I get a good fuck and do not feel like I will get caught then likely not. If she breaks free or someone comes too close? Well, too bad.

Daydreaming. It is going to be so hot to fuck this man hating bitch till she is sore. By the time I am finished with her she will think my cock is a permanent part of her cunt, ass or mouth.

Hungry now. Getting a sandwich and bottle of beer out of one the ice chests.

Kicking back in the old dusty kitchen chair he placed behind the steel headboard to wait.

Watching her sleep, deciding to try and wake her up soon. His dick is so hard he will get some even if she is unconscious. Smiling at that thought. The lesbian bitch waking up while he is riding her hole from behind makes him so fucking ready. Wonder if she has ever had a load spewed out on her face?

Sandwich finished, beer drained. Time to get to it.

Poking her in the side. A groan but nothing else. Shit!. Spreading her legs, rubbing her crotch through her jeans. Nothing. Reaching under, up under her top, under her bra. Nice! Not giants but nice. Kneading her nipples. No reaction. Pinching them. Quicker breathing. Harder.

‘Awwwooooo’!

Speaking aloud. ‘Good’! ‘Now I am getting somewhere’.

Straddling her back, both hands working on those tits. More moans, pain sounds as he pinches her nipples hard, squeezes her tits digging his fingernails in hard.

A big gasp of air and she screams! Almost instantly realizing she is in big, big trouble.

Yelling for help at the top of her lungs and thrashing like a wildcat.

Sitting on her back, his fingers take their pleasure with her tits while she yells and yells. Tries to see who is on her.

Smiling, waiting for her to run out of steam, tire and calm down just a little.

God dam my cock is hard! This is going to be so fucking good! Wishing I had remembered to set up the mirror behind the bed frame so she could see me.

Ah. Calmer now. Gasping for breath but still trying to get his hands away from her tits. Mmmm. Time to get this started now.

Getting off her, letting her kick a little but she is too winded for much of that.

Walking around so she can finally see him. She snarls, ‘You motherfucking bastard’! ‘Let me up’!

Grinning at her. Loving how she fights the ties on her hands.

‘Those are pretty strong’. ‘Why don’t you just relax and let me tell you how this is going to be’?

‘Fuck you cocksucker’! Fighting and thrashing again. Yelling for help too.

When she is out of breath again, ‘Having fun cunt’? ‘That’s exactly what you are, you know’?

She spits at him, more Mother fuckers, bastards and such screamed at him.

‘Are you a mother’? ‘If you are then I am certainly going to be a mother fucker’.

Going and getting the mirror from the top of the old dresser and putting it against the wall facing her. Just the right height to give her a decent view of what he is about to do. ‘I hope you can see my face’. ‘Let me know if you can’t and I will adjust this’.

More raging, yelling, cursing and thrashing.

‘This is getting boring’. ‘Time to get those clothes off of you’.

Going for his nice razor sharp knife while she continues to yell and curse.

Shuts her yap when he flashes the blade in front of her eyes though.

‘Don’t worry’. ‘This is just to get you ready for breeding’. ‘At least for now anyway’.

‘Now, lets start with these nice jeans’. Hoping on, straddling her legs and sitting on her calves to keep them fairly still.

Taking the waist of her jeans in his left hand. Good grip and then slicing them down almost to her crotch. Telling her over her curses that her white throng is nice. In fact so nice he put his hand under it and forces his finger halfway into her ass hole.

Thrilled by her gasp and renewed fighting as he turns my finger this way and that in that tight anus.