("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text













Archive name: iknew.txt (MF, ws, anal-rp)
Authors name: BunnyGirl (SweetestWitch@aol.com)
Story title : I Knew

--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2002.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

I Knew (MF, ws, anal-rp)
by BunnyGirl (SweetestWitch@aol.com)

***

"A searing pain rushed through my right temple and ear, 
all the way down my neck. I cried. I knew this was wrong 
- so wrong." A woman, tormented, by her love of an 
abusive man.

***

Derrick and I have been together, for two years. I do 
love him, and our wedding date is less than two weeks 
away. We both have emotional baggage, but when you love 
someone as much as I love him, you believe that 
everything will 'get better in time.'

Derrick is a good man in many ways, but there's a deep, 
rooted anger within him that could stop a freight train 
in its tracks, when the beast in him is aroused. I know 
he loves me, just that... he sometimes doesn't know 'how' 
to love me. His father was physically abusive, and what 
little he's been able to share with me about childhood 
beatings, are dreadful.

On a recent Sunday, I had this strange feeling all day, 
and kept trying to brush it off. At first, I thought it 
was PMS, but now I know I'd been sensing something dark 
in Derrick's composure. Every move he made alarmed me. I 
secretly wished that he had gone to the sports club with 
the guys, rather than stay home to watch the games.

I busied myself by cleaning the house and doing laundry, 
largely in part to keep out of Derrick's way. Rather than 
watching football intently, like he usually does, his 
attention seemed fixed on me. He sought me out in the 
various rooms I worked in, and often stood in the doorway 
just staring at me. 

Feeling his presence, I'd periodically look up and ask, 
"What's up?" 

He'd only mumble something like, 'Nothing, just checking 
on you...' or, 'Wanted to make sure you were still 
around.' 

He startled me once, when I was bending over the hamper, 
asked why I was cleaning the house in my white, cut-off 
shorts. I jumped and turned to face him, a small twitch 
at the corner of his lips told me he wanted to smile or 
even laugh. 

I said something like 'They're comfortable... why?' 

He barked, "Because your ass is hanging out like some 
kinda 'bitch' waiting for a 'dog' to come up and fuck 
you!"

I barely heard his response; instead, a surge of nervous 
tension rose up in me and caused me to shiver. There was 
a rage in his voice.

Derrick's a big guy, standing at an even six feet tall. 
He works out at the gym only once or twice a week, but 
he's naturally built with broad shoulders and strong 
arms. Compared to my small five-foot, barely six-inch, 
frame, he rather hulks over me. I love the feeling of 
being caressed in his arms, the comfort of being swept up 
and cherished by him is awesome, but I also know, from 
first hand experience, how powerful this man is. 

It was getting late, past dinnertime, but I still 
cleaned; working on our bedroom at the time. I knew I 
should have started supper, but something inside me just 
wanted to keep a distance from him, as long as I could. 

I was putting the vacuum cleaner away in the hallway 
utility closet, when from the corner of my eye, I saw 
Derrick come out of the kitchen and head toward me. I 
knew he was going to ask about dinner so I quickly shoved 
the appliance to the back of the cabinet and slammed the 
door. He walked passed me without saying a word, but his 
hand brushed against my butt. I drew back in slight panic 
- instantly, I knew it was the wrong move to make. 

Quickly, he turned to me in the narrow hall and asked in 
a falsely sincere voice, "What's wrong?" 

I said, "Nothing." and hurriedly squeezed past him to the 
room. 

A strong hand, twice the size of mine, grabbed my 
shoulder and turned me around. I grimaced - I knew it was 
the wrong look. 

"I asked what's wrong?" he demanded. His eyes caught mine 
before I could turn my face. 

I lied and shrugged, "Nothing. I-I think I'm tired... or 
coming down with something is all." When what I wanted to 
scream was 'Don't fucking touch me! I know what's gonna 
happen!' 

My body involuntarily shook with fear; I knew it was the 
wrong emotion to show. 

I tripped over my own feet, when he pushed me backward 
against the linen closet, my thoughts raced. I knew I had 
been asking for this by avoiding him all day. I squirmed, 
tried to push him away. His body slammed into mine. He 
bent his head, his hot, beer breath rushed down the side 
of my face and neck. 

I looked away and continued to struggle. "Look, not 
now... I... I'm tired." I knew it was the wrong thing to 
say. 

He smiled and lowly growled through his white, clenched 
teeth, "I got something to make you feel better." 

Strained against his heated mass, I cried out, "NO!" 

He pushed my shoulders and arms back. I tried to bring my 
knee up between his thighs to hurt him; I knew this was 
futile. He ran his blistering lips against my neck, his 
evening beard scratched my cheek and throat. My wriggling 
only aroused him, I knew this but I couldn't stop. He 
pulled my hair, it fell out of the pink barrette that 
pinned it. He brought his lips over mine. I managed to 
free my right hand and jab his side with my palm - he 
slapped me. A searing pain rushed through my right temple 
and ear, all the way down my neck. I cried. I knew this 
was wrong - so wrong.

Then it happened. A numbing sensation briefly swept over 
my body and mind, it was quickly replaced with sick, 
perverted desire. The sexual animal in me, instinctively 
took over.

Derrick's knee wedged between my legs and slid up between 
my thighs. My hips gyrated and pressed hard against his 
leg. A moan escaped my lips. I knew I was doing the right 
thing now. He shoved his groin into the side of my 
stomach, I felt the hardness of his bulge press me for 
release. He brought his lips to mine once more. Suddenly 
I wanted to fuck and fuck hard.

With fierce eyes, he looked into my face and down my 
chest. "You like this don't you baby? You want me to fuck 
you hard huh baby?" he ripped at the front of my yellow, 
cotton blouse and drove his groin relentlessly against 
me. 

His left hand slipped under my bra, his fingers squeezed 
my nipple persistently; I winced at the pain yet begged 
him for more. His right hand pressed into my stomach and 
shot down inside my shorts and panties, I spread my legs 
slightly.

"That's it baby, only daddy can do this for you right... 
right?" He knew I hated when he called himself daddy.

His fingers slid easily between my smooth lips and 
circled my stiffening clit. 

He gulped and stuttered, "Y-y-es, baby... y-you're so 
fucking hot... an' wet." 

He pressed hard, and dry fucked my stomach. "Your juicy 
cunt must be all red and flushed now, huh?" he asked, 
licking his lips and breathing so heavy, his chest seemed 
to expand.

For that one moment I knew I had control, he let his 
guard down and wanted me more than life itself. He molded 
the outer, fleshy lips of my pussy then shoved the tip of 
his finger inside my snug hole. My tender pussy tightened 
around his finger, my body shuddered. 

His other hand released my sensitive nipple and slid out 
from under my bra. I knew that once he unhooked the front 
of my bra and my breasts were exposed, he'd lose himself 
to me completely. He loved the contrast of my dark tan 
line against creamy white breasts. He often said he never 
needs pussy again; that his cock stuffed between my soft 
tits, and the sight of my chocolate-brown ringlets and 
large, pointed nipples were enough to shoot his load. 

My C cup breasts bounced out of their lace restraint. 
Derrick gasped, and I knew he was mine. Sliding his hand 
up through my slippery pussy, making sure to pinch my 
clit as he did, he brought his slick fingers to my 
protruding nipple and flicked it. Derrick's breathing 
faltered, he bent to suck my glistening nipple into his 
hot mouth. I bit my lower lip, moaned softly and watched 
him suck and bite my nipple. My left hand ran through his 
hair, pulling his mouth harder to my tit, my right 
attempted to cup his huge bulge - but he slapped it away. 
I knew my moment of control was over.

He tugged down at my shorts, I begged him, "Baby let me 
suck your big cock... I wanna taste you... make you feel 
good... yeah?" 

He looked in my face with shark-like eyes, something was 
in there, on his mind, but all I saw was his dark stare. 

I breathed heavily again, while he unbuttoned and 
unzipped my shorts, "Let me swallow your huge cock baby. 
I want you to cum in my mouth." I begged. 

For some reason, even through this sick, distorted lust 
of mine, I would rather he take my mouth than take my 
pussy - my womb - my soul. 

Like a cold, unfeeling stone he asked in a hushed, 
monotone voice, "What are you? A whore? You wanna get 
paid for head now?" 

I didn't know what to say, this was new. A new fright 
shot through me, "No baby, I meant..." I shook my head.

His voice grew, "You wanna be a whore?" His large hand 
strangled me, cutting off my air. 

"You fucking whore! Why the fuck should I marry a whore? 
I should find a fucking virgin, huh? Huh?" 

He squeezed tighter and almost pushed me through the 
door. An image of a poor, defenseless girl confronted by 
this brute swamped my mind, I wept internally for her. 

He loosened his grip, I choked out, "N-no, no, I just 
meant...." I peeled my eyes away from his stare. 

The monster spun me around, my face slammed against the 
slotted linen-door, my shorts fell around my ankles. 

"Oh god no, no Derrick..." I cried. 

"Shut up!" he yelled in my ear. 

With a log-like forearm, he jammed my shoulders and neck 
against the wooden door. I tried to say something, I 
can't remember what, he pinned me harder. His nails tore 
into my lower back, he pulled my white, cotton panties 
just past my butt. His free arm reached around my hips 
and pulled me back, my ass slammed and jiggled against 
him, my face grated down the wooden slats of the linen 
door. The smell of lavender filled my nostrils, the taste 
of blood rolled over my tongue - panic rushed through me. 

I searched for courage and a way out, 'Where's the sweet 
numbness I felt just seconds ago?!' Terrified, I prayed 
to die, right there before his very eyes.

I wrestled and fought back again, so desperately needing 
a sense of control. I panicked but told myself, 'Remember 
Tia... you like this, you like your ass fucked!' but the 
desire left me, I was helpless. 

Icy-cold nerves quaked through my body. I heard him unzip 
his pants, I resisted, he slapped my ass hard. 

"Yes" slipped through my lips. 'Prepare me' is what I 
thought. 

I wanted him to repeatedly slap my ass and pussy with all 
his strength, but instead, he shoved his elbow into the 
hollow of my cheek. A dark, red trickle ran into my eye 
and stung it. I shut my eyes tight against the linen 
door, and felt my teeth grate the inside of my mouth. I 
knew he wouldn't spank me again, he knew I wanted it. I 
damned him, damned his soul. I knew that was all I could 
do.

He loosened his pants and I felt his cock slap against 
the right cheek of my ass. It felt hotter and more 
massive than ever before. He flattened my upper body with 
his and pulled my ass cheeks apart. My pleas and cries 
were of no use; the more I squirmed, the more my ass 
jiggled and rubbed against his cock, it only aroused him 
to the point of insane desire. 

Derrick grabbed his cock and pushed it down between my 
thighs, it sprung up and slapped my quivering pussy. For 
a second I thought I was safe, or that he would, at 
least, lube his cock in my dripping, pussy juice before 
banging my ass, I was wrong. He gripped his huge cock and 
jerked it against my pussy, punching the underside of my 
ass while he did. 

Pulling my hips back he growled against my ear, "You 
fucking cunt... you fucking bitch." 

He continued pumping his cock, "I'm gonna shove my dick 
so far and deep up your fucking ass..." he panted, 
"...it'll come out your juicy twat."

I reached behind trying to slash him with my nails, 
nothing worked. He kneaded the fleshiness of my butt, 
digging his nails in and spreading them apart - and then 
I felt it -- pain. My heart stopped, I quit breathing, I 
found little solace in the wetness of his raging cock. 
Pain spread through my insides like a red, hot iron. 

I implored him, "Slow... slow... slow...." It was all I 
could say or do. He moved fast. The throbbing head of his 
cock popped into the rim of my puckered asshole. 

I screamed, "Fuck, no! Fuck! No!" and constricted my ass 
as tight as I could to keep him from going deeper.

He struggled to get the rest of his cock in, I squeezed 
my ass cheeks as tight as I could, but he ripped at them 
and persisted. With each hard jab, I felt tearing pain 
rush from every nerve in my sensitive ass. 

He crammed his pole deeper and grunted, "Your fucking ass 
is so tight. I'm gonna fuck your ass, girl. Daddy's 
fucking your ass baby, he's fucking your tight, baby 
ass." 

He bit into my shoulder, and fucked me like a giant, 
demonic beast going at a tiny cherub. I felt searing pain 
with every thrust of his seven-inch cock. 

I screamed in my head, maybe out-loud, 'the tighter I 
squeeze the more painful it is. Why can't I relax? God I 
need to relax!' 

He pulled me back and lifted me onto his thighs, impaling 
me on his ramming rod. My legs fell open, stretching my 
panties that were still clinging to my knees. That's when 
I looked down and realized I was spraying piss. My body 
gave up and I gave in, I sobbed like a lost and injured 
child.

Derrick twisted my nipple with one hand, reached down and 
dug his nails into my fleshy, pussy lips with the other. 
The shower of hot piss on his hand must have sent him to 
fuck heaven, because he bounced my hips higher and 
grunted 'Y-y-yeah!' madly fucking my cunt hole with his 
thick fingers. 

I flopped above him like a rag doll, pee misted the linen 
door, and droplets flew through the air over my stomach 
and thighs. My soul drifted away, but slammed back into 
my shell, with each new burning pain. All I saw, were 
flashes of bright blues and greens dancing before my 
eyes.

I prayed for death, I prayed for revenge, I prayed for 
the pain to stop -- and then he came. 

Shoving his cock in me all the way to his balls, his body 
tensed, he gave out a long, deep groan. His cock twitched 
and jolted and splashed hot jism deep in my ass. Another 
thrust and another load of cum spurted into me, coating 
my insides. His thrusts seemed endless, hot cum shot into 
my tight hole, until I felt it leak past his pulsing cock 
and over my bruised cheeks. A final thrust and he dropped 
me to my feet. 

'God this hell was finally going to be over!' My heart 
leapt and I breathed again.

He pulled his hips back, letting his dick slowly slide 
out, it made a slurping sound and finally a wet pop. His 
dick was out. A gush of his dripping heat rushed down my 
inner thighs and knees and collected in my panties, 
mingling with my own pee. 

I was stiff, in too much pain and horror to move. Derrick 
leaned against me, his cock still burning hot and rock 
hard, pressed against my lower back. He breathed heavily 
on the top of my head and kissed me once - softly. He 
waited a moment, until his cock softened. I heard him 
stumble backward and zip his jeans. I never turned to 
look. He walked away, I heard him grab his keys off the 
kitchen table, the front door slammed, finally his truck 
blazed down the street. 

Gradually, I backed up, bent to pull my panties up; the 
sting in my ass was unbearable. I noticed red strings of 
blood mixed with his creamy cum and my yellow piss 
coating the crotch of my panties, I pulled them up 
anyway. Slowly, I staggered to the bathroom, caught a 
glimpse of my face in the mirror, but refused to look.

I turned on the shower, found myself longing for him to 
come back, and cried again. 'Why? Why?' my heart sank so 
deep.

I stepped under the running water and mindlessly 
lathered. Each new rip in my ass burned, the hurt 
wouldn't end. I cried in agony, finally doing the only 
thing I knew of, that would bring relief from this 
searing ache. Grabbing the shower massager, and spreading 
my legs, I blasted my clit with the pulsing water. While 
I came, the pain subsided for a brief moment, when the 
pain returned it was seemingly less than before.

That whole night and following day, I didn't hear a word 
from Derrick, I called his job and he hadn't gone in. I 
worried, not knowing how badly he was taking it. It's not 
his fault, I should have known better than to push him. 
Derrick really is a good man. I know he loves me, I love 
him immensely, and I know everything - will get better in 
time. 

END

Writer's comments:
Parts of this story, are based on my personal true-life 
experiences, though embellished for reading pleasure. If 
it, in any part, resembles another's situation, it is 
purely coincidental. Names have been changed.

To contact me you may write to: SweetestWitch@aol.com. No 
attachments please.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 22