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Christine smiled to herself as she reminisced about the four hours her and her three closest friends had shared. She laughed when she thought about the obviously married "businessman" who spent most of the evening trying to convince her to let him buy her dinner.
Christine did have to admit to herself she looked totally hot tonight. She was dressed in a very tight pair of low cut jeans, a red t-top she bought last weekend at Express, a lace-trimmed black bra, and a pair of black boots. She wondered to herself why she bothered getting dressed up. She wasn’t interested in meeting anyone and certainly was not looking for a boyfriend. She was too busy with moving from Phoenix to Dallas and did not want the distraction of a relationship. As random thoughts raced through her mind, Christine suddenly realized she was home.
Like she had done so many other times, Christine closed the door behind her, engaged the deadbolt lock and placed her car keys and purse on table in the foyer. She then glanced over to her answering machine for a moment but after seeing there was no flashing light indicating any new messages, she turned away and walked down the hallway towards her bedroom.
As she walked, Christine tilted her head to the side to allow her hair to fall backwards. Reaching up, she removed the small diamond earring from her left ear. Walking past the open doorway to the spare bedroom she had converted to a small office, she tilted her head to the opposite direction and began to remove the other earring. Suddenly, Christine felt her heart stop beating. She tried to scream but was too horrified. Her body froze with terror for what seemed like an eternity. Her mind commanded her to scream but she could not. She knew she should run but her feet would not move. An eerie chill coursed through her body and she felt her body go numb.
When Christine’s sub-consciousness finally reconnected with her rational thought, her primal instincts immediately took over. Christine found herself only a few feet away from an ominous shadow of a strange man standing in her hallway. His muscular silhouette was contrasted by the white doorway he was standing in front of.
Without thinking, Christine turned her body, intending to run away. As soon as the stranger saw her move, I stepped forward with incredible speed and grasped her by the throat. She felt my hand close around her small neck, my strong grip immediately blocking her airway. She felt my hand pushing inward on her fragile trachea. "He’s going to kill me," she thought. Instinctively, she raised an arm to protect her throat but it was too late. I tightened my grip and stepped into her. Her attempted block bounced off my muscular shoulder. She raised her other hand and grasped my wrist. Thinking she could ease the vise-like grip around her neck, she tried to pull my arm away. It only took a moment before she realized her efforts were pointless.
Even though Christine considered herself a strong woman, her strength was no match for mine. Without thinking, she found herself slapping wildly at my head and shoulders. Strike after strike, her hand began to burn from the repeated contact with me.
Before she had another chance to think, she suddenly realized her feet were no longer touching the ground. In another instant, she felt her back being slammed into the wall. Looking down for a split-second, she realized I had lifted her off the ground by her throat and had pinned her against the wall.
She tried to draw her leg back and kick me in my balls. Being pinned against the wall, she was unable to put any force or momentum behind her kicks and she realized she was wasting the precious little air remaining in her lungs. Terror again overwhelmed her as she realized she could not breathe. she gasped for air realizing my grip was too tight.
Almost as if I was reading her mind, she sensed my grip loosen slightly; loosening only enough to allow her to choke down a few breaths of fresh oxygen. Feeling a new sense of hope, she grabbed my neck and clenched down tightly, balling her hand into a tight fist and pinching as much skin as she could. As she tightened her grip, she dug her fingernails into my flesh. She had hoped the pain would cause me to release my grip but soon realized it was having no affect on me. She felt my skin twisting in her hand. At the same moment, she felt my free hand yank her tank top from her pants. Christine swallowed hard as she tried to regain her composure.
"Is he going to kill me?" "What is he going to do?" Thought after thought raced through her mind. As her mind drifted, she was snapped back to reality when she felt the cloth from her tank top digging into her skin as I viciously tore her shirt from her torso. She shrieked as the cloth strained against her body, causing searing pain on the backs and top of her shoulders. She could hear the cloth as it ripped away from her.
"No, please don’t..." She begged. Just as the last word crossed her lips, she felt my hand again tighten its’ grip on her fragile throat. For the first time, Christine heard me speak, "Not a word! Don’t say a word!" "Don’t hurt me, please" Christine pleaded.
"I told you not a word Christine!" I calmly replied.
Hearing this stranger speak her name shot another surge of terror through her body. "How does he know my name?" she thought to herself.
I wasted no time advancing my agenda. Christine felt my hand slip under her bra and caress her firm breast. Christine felt like she needed to vomit as she felt me yank her bra away from her body. It did not take much effort for the thin straps to break and within a second, Christine’s breasts were exposed.
Looking down, Christine looked into my eyes. What she saw only frightened her more. Lust! Hunger! Desire! Excitement! Christine watched as I ran my hands across her soft breasts, tracing small circles around her nipples. "So beautiful!" I said softly.
She was suddenly more scared of my contrasting behavior. On one hand, I was overwhelmingly powerful and intent on victimizing her. On the other hand, I was caressing her as if I was making love to her.
Her fear turned to disgust as she felt me place my mouth over her left breast and surround her nipple. She felt my tongue darting around, flicking and caressing her. As I pulled my mouth away, I gently bit down on her nipple and clenched it between my teeth. Not releasing my grip I pulled my face away as her nipple stretched away from her body. Initially, it didn’t hurt but the farther I moved my head away, the more intense the pain became.
Just as she gasped, I released her nipple and allowed her back to slide down the wall. Although it seemed to Christine like she had been suspended in air for an eternity, in reality, the struggle to this point had only lasted slightly over a minute.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, I reached across her body and grabbed her left wrist with my left hand. Spinning her small body around, she felt me twist her arm behind her back as I applied an arm bar. Simultaneously, she felt my right arm reach around the front of her neck and place her in a choke-hold.
Christine wanted to fight. She intended to fight. She knew she had to fight but she did not have time. My moves were executed so swiftly and with such strength and force, she hadn’t had the opportunity. She felt my massive bicep pressing against the side of her neck, skillfully placed against her carotid artery. From her anatomy classes, she immediately knew I could cause her to lose consciousness in a matter of seconds.
"We’re gonna move back to your bedroom. Don’t try to run!" she heard me whisper calmly into her ear. She felt me press my body into hers. She felt me press my hips tightly against her ass and felt my hard on through my slacks. Christine felt nauseous at the thought that I could be sexually aroused from this violence.
I easily guided her down the hall towards her bedroom doorway. As they reached the door, I commanded her to open the door. She reached out and turned the knob and slowly pushed her door open. As soon as the door was half-way open, she felt herself being forced passed the threshold and towards her king-sized bed.
Terrible images began to race through her mind. She felt her heart beat faster and faster, feeling as if it was going to pound through her chest. As they neared the bed, she did her best to try to establish a foothold and push herself away. For a moment, their momentum was stopped and she actually felt me backing up. Seizing the advantage, she twisted her body violently trying to get me to break my hold on her.
As quickly as she thought she may have a chance to fight back, she felt me shift my weight into her and drive her down onto the bed. she landed on her stomach and immediately felt my weight on top of her. Christine lifted her hips and used all her strength to try to buck me off of her. As she raised her hips, I lifted her slightly off the bed and slid her body towards the center of her bed. She felt my left hand grip the back of her neck, my strong fingers clasping tightly. She also felt me begin to shift my weight as I pushed down on her neck causing her face to be pressed into the thick comforter covering her bed.
She threw an elbow and struck me in the side of the head although without much speed, the strike had little effect on me. Instinctively, she threw a second, a third, and then a fourth elbow but none of them landed squarely. As she did, I pressed myself closer to her. As I did, she gasped at what she realized in the next moment…
My hand was underneath her, trying to manipulate the button on her jeans. Enraged, Christine began to flex her body and tried to push herself up. Seizing the opening, I used this opportunity to pull her jeans apart and undo the first three buttons on her jeans.
No matter what she tried, she soon understood she was unable to fight me off. I was too strong. As I laid on top of her, she could feel my muscular chest pressed against her back. As she contemplated her next move, Christine held her breath as she felt my hand slide inside her jeans and inside her lace panties. "No!" she screamed. My hand continued to work its’ way down closer and closer to her sweet innocence. "Stop! Please stop" she begged me.
As my hand inched closer to her womanhood, she felt my free hand begin to work her jeans over her curvy hips. Again she tried to force herself up but I simply shifted my weight forward and pinned her to the bed.
She felt my finger part her lips and run across her clit. The sickening feeling caused her to throw her hips left and right in an effort to expel my violating hand from her panties.
As she did, I grabbed her by the bicep and closed my strong grasp around her toned upper arm. With one swift motion, I rolled her over and quickly straddled her hips, placing my weight on top of her. As soon as I regained control, I released my grip on her upper arm and grabbed her reddened throat.
Squeezing harder than I had up to this point, I spoke calmly, "If you want to breath, you will stop fighting me and let this happen. If you don’t fight, I will let you breath. You fight, you won’t breath!"
Christine could not breathe and my grip around her throat was overwhelming. "Do you understand?" I asked. Unable to speak, she nodded her head up and down to indicate she did
Gasping for air as I eased my grip enough to allow her to breathe, she felt me slide her pants and panties down to mid-thigh level. "Take them down!" I commanded. Fearing her breath being taken away again, she immediately complied.
"Spread your legs Christine" I directed. Christine complied.
As she did, she felt me slide a finger inside her tight pussy. Without thinking, she rolled her hips to the side and tightly closed her legs.
As she did so, I immediately closed my fingers and pushed down on her throat. Christine realized she was going to have to endure my violation of her. Unwillingly, she opened her legs and allowed me to continue my violation of her tight pussy.
Christine did her best to lie still as I finger-fucked her with one, then two fingers. After 10 or 15 strokes, I would withdraw my fingers and rub her clit as if trying somehow to arouse her and make her a willing participant of the assault. "Take my cock out of my pants!" I said.
She refused to move and refused to comply. Her refusal angered me. Giving her a moment to reconsider her disobedience, I soon lost my patiences. I gripped her throat so hard she thought I was going to crush her. As she reached for the button on my pants, she expected me to release my grip. I did not. I maintained my extremely tight grip and began to fuck her pussy harder with my fingers.
She struggled to maintain consciousness and struggled to undo my pants. Realizing the quicker she undid my pants and freed my cock, the sooner she could breath, she worked feverishly to complete her filthy task.
She felt her self beginning to black out yet vividly remembers wrapping her small hands around my fully thick erect cock and pulling it out of my pants. As soon as it sprung free, I eased my grip causing her to gasp and choke for air.
Allowing her a few seconds to regain her senses, I then commanded her to stroke my cock. She reluctantly complied. Her small hand wrapped around my long large cock and she began to stroke me back and forth.
After a few minutes, She felt me shift my weight as I moved my body closer to her face. My knees were now under her arms adjacent to her breasts and she felt my weight as I sat back onto her upper stomach.
Christine felt me slide my hand from her throat to the back of her head. Although not painful, she felt me grab a handful of hair on the back of her head as I pulled her head up from the bed. "Lick it!" I ordered. Christine felt me inch my hips closer to her mouth. She slowly opened her mouth and moved closer to my erect penis. As she stuck her tongue out to lick me, she noticed the pre-cum dripping from my cock. The thought repulsed her and she gagged as the salty liquid made contact with her tongue.
She licked on the tip of my cock and at one point she took 2 or 3 inches into her mouth and began to suck my cock. I pulled my 9-inch cock away from her and placed my weight back on top of her lower chest.
"I’m going to fuck you now! If you can keep me from sticking my cock inside you for one minute, I will set you free. Now’s your chance to fight me off!!! I will not strike you. Do whatever you want to fight me off. If my cock is not inside you in one minute…I’ll leave! If you lose, I will fuck you as long as I want and I WILL cum inside of you!"
Christine was confused. Had he just offered her a way out of this hellish nightmare? Did she understand him correctly? Was this his idea of a twisted joke? As Christine pondered my statement, she felt me sliding myself down her body. I stood up and quickly removed my pants exposing my fully erect and thick cock.
Christine felt me grab her ankles and I forcefully pulled her to the edge of the bed. Christine was frozen with fear. I pressed the tip of my dripping cock against her tiny pussy lips. That move threw Christine into a violent rage. She drew her right leg up and delivered a strong kick to my stomach, driving me back at least a foot. She heard me grunt as her foot made contact.
I again stepped towards her and she began to throw kick after kick at me. She began aiming her kicks at my balls but I turned my hips sideways to protect myself. She tried to throw an elbow but I was quickly on top of her. She felt herself being driven down on the bed, my full 185lbs on top of her. Christine tried desperately to crawl away but she felt me put a forearm her throat and heard me grunt as I pushed her into the bed. As quickly as I had subdued her, she felt my hairy legs inside of hers as I forced them open. She tried to close her legs but I was too strong. As I pushed down on her throat, she began to realize she was quickly losing the battle.
Christine felt me shove a pillow under her ass, I guided my cock and pressed myself against her tiny opening, rubbing the bulbous head aganist her pussy. She bucked her hips back and forth wildly but to no avail; She began to cry as, I placed a thumb on each side causing her to cry out " STOP! PLEASE STOP! at the contact and then roughly pulled her lips apart. Kneeling, I spit in my hand and slapped it against her pussy, spreading the saliva around as she cried at the feeling " OMG! STOP! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!". . She cried and struggled against me, desperate to escape this nightmare. Christine's eyes widened as she looked at my big hard cock, jutting out like a baseball bat that it was. It was long wide and nasty looking. Large bulbous head, long wide shaft resembling a baseball bat with purple veins. Christine screamed "OMG! Your to big! Please don't, it won't fit ! It will hurt!".
I began to push the large head aganist her small tight opening as she tries to fight me off. She feels me grab her hair violently and pull back on her head exposing the front of her neck. I used my other hand to reach around and grab her throat again. Then I thrust into her forcing my bulbous head into her. Long enough to pound a woman’s cervix, and very thick which meant it really stretched a woman out. Feeling a woman's tight tunnel spasming as my hard wide cock stretchs her was accelerating especially a asian woman. Spitting in my hand again, I coated the head, making sure it was slippery enough to get in. I sled forward, I said "Here it comes" as I lined myself up and then grabbed her hips. Normally I work the head in a bit and then thrust in.
This time I wasn’t that patient. With the head barely touching her lips, I drove my hips forward using all of my might. For a brief moment, like a hundredth of a second, her lips resisted, and then split to allow the hard rod enter her and drive itself at least 6 inches in on the first thrust. A young woman is not meant to be stretched like that, so I wasn’t surprised at all when her whole body jerked in response to the white hot pain of the rod slicing into her tight young pussy as she emitted a screech " AAAAAAGGGGG! AAAAAAGGGGG!". She screeched terribly as her whole body fought desperately against my grip, to escape the agony being driven into her.
"You lose! Now stop fighting or you will not breath!" I said angrily.
I pushed a bit harder and suddenly the her anus lost the battle and parted as my cockhead forced it’s way in. Her whole body arched, her head going straight back as she emitted an agonized screech, "OMG! OOOOOHHHHH! AAAAAHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHH!", when her anus was forced much wider than it had ever been in her life. She shuddered as if she was trying to shake the pain from her body, yet couldn’t get rid of it. The pain was about to get worse....much worse. Once the head was in it was the beginning of the end as I was able to now force inch by inch, slowly into her rectum as she convulsed and howled, "OOOOOOHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHH!" from the pain as her rectum was stretched, and forced open very deep within her. Finally I got my entire cock in as her traumatized sphincter clenched and convulsed around the base of my rod. It felt so fucking amazing, so unbelievably tight. The violation of her body, with my cockhead right up in her was sheer ecstasy for me as it was agony for her.
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