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Hell and Heaven; Denise's Story
by Anonymous Author (address withheld)

***

A man's obsession with an older woman leads to fear and 
rape and changes her outlook toward sex and life in 
general. (MF, F/beast, nc, rp, anal)

***

Denise Stricker is a beautiful woman
 
With short bobbed blonde hair (well, maybe her hair 
dresser did help a little); she had an erect stately 
posture, a slim body with almost girlishly narrow hips 
and jutting breasts that would make a thirty year old 
proud. Denise could easily pass for forty. Denise 
Stricker is a beautiful woman. Denise is sixty-six years 
old.

No doubt because of her beauty and poise Denise still 
had a number of gentlemen admirers. Although she was 
unaware she also had one who was fixated on her.

He had first seen her two years ago. She worked in the 
same building as he. She was an executive secretary with 
another firm; he'd ridden in the same elevator with her. 
He was taken by her appearance and intoxicated with her 
mild soft fragrance. As she left the building he'd 
followed her home.

She lived in a small bungalow. There was nothing 
ostentatious about her home but it was neatly landscaped 
and meticulously maintained. It reminded him of a 
gingerbread house from a fairy tale. He filed her 
address away for future reference.

He liked older women; not wrinkled and arthritic, he 
preferred them to be between forty and sixty. In fact 
his first sexual experience had been with an older 
woman. She was forty-two, he was fourteen and it had 
been fantastic. It was with his mother. Over the ensuing 
years he had bedded quite a number of older gals; many 
were friends and contemporaries of his mom. Oh, he dated 
younger girls and would, of course, sleep with them but 
his passion was older women. He was twenty-seven.

Denise had retired a year and a half ago and he hadn't 
seen her since. He'd heard that her mother had passed 
away somewhere up north and that Denise had received a 
substantial inheritance but he wasn't certain.

Then there she was. He was having a pre-work latte in 
the coffee shop in his office building when she walked 
in. He'd almost forgotten how stunning she was; dressed 
in a floral print sundress and white sandals she was the 
picture of spring; light and airy. He felt his pulse 
quicken. She looked so desirable; he had to have her. 
Although, at sixty-six she was older than his normal age 
range he would certainly make an exception for her.

He noticed that she was looking around, looking for 
someone, probably meeting an old co-worker for coffee. 
Maybe there was time.

Quickly he left the coffee shop and took the elevator to 
his floor. He put on his sickliest looking face and went 
to see his boss, telling her that he needed to go home; 
he was coming down with something nasty. He hurried from 
his office to the parking garage, got his car and sped 
to Denise's home; he still remembered the way.

Parking his car two doors down the street from her home 
he walked to her porch. Most people secret a spare key 
somewhere near the front door, for friends or if they 
inadvertently lock themselves out. He found hers under a 
flowerpot overflowing with geraniums. Taking the key, he 
raced to a nearby Ace Hardware store; he had them cut a 
duplicate then returned the original to its hiding 
place. He knew he shouldn't hang around but he wanted to 
be certain that his new key worked. He opened the door.

Startled, he jumped back. At his feet was a little white 
West Highland Terrier; she didn't bark just wagged. As 
he reached down, she licked his hand and he scratched 
her ears. He wanted to walk through the house to check 
the layout but decided to come back later; Denise might 
only be having a cup of coffee before her friend had to 
go to work. He left and found a secluded parking space 
down the street. He could observe her driveway without 
drawing undue attention to himself.

It was about an hour later when she appeared. She was 
driving a small red two-seat Mercedes convertible. She 
came out again slightly less than an hour later. She'd 
changed clothes; nicely dressed in a light beige 
pantsuit set off handsomely by a Hermes scarf in 
multiple earth tone colors. As she drove away he 
followed. She used valet parking and entered the 
Commodore Ritz Hotel. He watched as she walked through 
the lobby to the ground floor restaurant. Three nicely 
dressed matrons met her at the door; he was certain she 
would be having lunch. This gave him plenty of time to 
set his plan in motion. 

Returning to the house he unlocked the door, he was 
again greeted silently by the little Westie. As he 
walked through he noted that the house was spotless, the 
kitchen appliances and spigot gleaming. The living room 
was furnished with floral print and pastel furniture. It 
was nicely coordinated. She had an eye for decorating. 
But he really wanted to check out the bedroom.

As he entered the room he noticed the smell of her 
perfume; light and heady. At the foot of the bed a 
carpeted bench, a prie deiu and wondered about its 
purpose; was she that religious, kneeling in prayer each 
night? He went through the drawers in her chest of 
drawers and vanity. In her lingerie drawer he found her 
panties. There was a sachet in the drawer emitting a 
mild fragrance. 

Although there were several pairs of cotton panties she 
seemed to favor French cut bikinis trimmed in lace; 
pretty damned sexy for a sixty-six year old. He went 
through her walk-in closet. He noticed a clothes hamper 
and checked its contents. He picked up a pair of her 
panties and sniffed. Her scent was mild, more the sachet 
than Denise. He walked on through. At the end of the 
closet there was a second door. It opened directly into 
the bath. The bathroom was nicely appointed; a large 
Jacuzzi tub, commode and bidet; in the corner was a 
separate walk in shower.

He returned to the bedroom, he needed to find a place to 
hide; he'd noticed a louvered door across from the 
bathroom. Opening it he found a small storage space 
holding tennis racquets, golf clubs and such; the type 
of things she would only use occasionally; it was 
perfect. As he closed the door and looked he could 
observe the complete bedroom and bath through the 
louvered slats. Another question was soon answered; the 
little Westie bounded into the room, jumped on the 
kneeler and leapt onto the bed. She couldn't make it up 
without the booster. He chuckled. But now it was time to 
go. He'd found his hide; now he needed to prepare.

He already had several light weight cotton masks, 
plastic restraints and latex gloves; now he's buy a 
complete change of clothes; sneakers, underwear, gray 
cotton sweats with elastic at the ankles and a light 
weight long sleeved top. He'd dispose of these 
immediately after. Even if he got sloppy and left fiber 
evidence or a foot print the clothes would be gone and 
none of his own would appear to be missing.

He paid cash for everything and avoided surveillance 
cameras. Done with his shopping he stopped at an Exxon 
station near his home and filled his tank. He didn't 
really need the fuel but he knew there was a condom 
vending machine in the rest room; he bought three 
lubricated Trojans; no pharmacist to see and remember 
his face. He went home, shaved his pubic area; no hair 
evidence to shed, changed clothes and put the rest of 
his paraphernalia in his pockets. 

He waited until 7:30. He wanted a little daylight while 
he got set up. He didn't want to blunder around in the 
darkness or risk a light giving him away. He parked 
several blocks away and jogged toward her home; in his 
sweats he looked like just another exercise junkie. As 
he approached he saw that her Mercedes was not in the 
drive; he thought, my lucky day. He opened her door and 
walked in locking it back after he'd entered. The little 
Westie greeted him again; he scratched her back; she 
really was a cute thing. 

He wiped the doorknob where he had touched it then 
pulled on the latex gloves. In the bedroom he wiped all 
of the surfaces he may have touched earlier then flushed 
the paper towels he had used down the commode. He'd seen 
too many episodes of CSI to slip up there. He sat 
outside the storage area and waited; nine thirty came 
and passed. His adrenalin was pumping; the minutes 
seemed to crawl. Finally a little after ten he heard her 
car in the drive. He hid himself and waited.

Denise had enjoyed a pleasant day. She'd met three old 
friends at the Commodore Ritz' restaurant for lunch; 
she'd had the fabulous lobster salad accompanied by 
three, yes three glasses of a crisp Pinot Grigio. After 
leaving her friends she'd spent several hours window-
shopping at Macy's and Burdines's; she hadn't bought 
anything, just looked. She decided to go the country 
club and see who was around. As she walked through the 
entrance she saw her friends Harry and Mary Schwartz 
along with another man, Harry waved her over. 

"Denise, may I introduce you to Malcolm Woods, Mal, this 
lovely lady is Denise Stricker." 

She and Malcolm shook hands each mouthing "How nice to 
meet you."

Malcolm was an attractive man of about sixty. Harry 
asked her to join them for drinks and dinner. She 
accepted. They went into the bar where she had two 
Cosmopolitans, her favorite. After the wine at lunch she 
was starting to feel a little mellow. She found Malcolm, 
please call me Mal, an interesting conversationalist; 
she was quite enjoying herself. Once in the restaurant 
she ordered a rare veal chop and asparagus, undressed. 
She hated to think what was required to produce the 
veal, so she just didn't think about it; after all they 
did them so splendidly here at the club. Harry ordered 
two bottles of light red wine, Nouveau Beaujolais, to 
accompany the meal; Denise had three glasses.

After finishing Harry said, "Denise I'm so pleased that 
you could join us, I know it's made Mal's evening more 
pleasurable as it has Mary's and mine. I mention Mal's 
enjoyment because this meal is a small celebration for 
him; he's in town because he's just been promoted to 
executive vice-president of our firm; he'll be moving 
here soon; but now for dessert and champagne. Denise 
dear, what will you have?"

"Well Harry since we've having champagne I think I'll go 
light. How about chocolate dipped strawberries?" 

"Oh my Denise, that sounds decadent." He motioned the 
waiter over, "Sam please bring us a large bowl of 
chocolate dipped strawberries and two bottles of Dom." 
They shared the strawberries and toasted Mal's success 
with the champagne.

Denise glanced down at her watch and noted it was nearly 
ten; she needed to get home to feed Morna, her West 
Highland Terrier and besides, she was feeling a bit 
tipsy.

"Good friends, old and new I must bid you adieu, this 
girl is about to turn into Cinderella. Harry, Mary thank 
you; Mal it was a pleasure. When you get settled in give 
me a call if you like, I'll show you the sights, Harry 
has my number."

"You can count on it; I can't recall when I've had a 
more enjoyable evening; let me walk you to your car." 

"Mal that's very polite of you but the valet will 
retrieve it for me." 

"Okay then let me walk you to the valet." As the valet 
opened her door Mal took her hand and gave it a squeeze; 
"I think I'll like it here; goodnight Denise." 

"Goodnight Mal."

As she drove toward home Denise was in a mellow dreamy 
mood; good friends, good food, good wine and a man she 
certainly found interesting; she was humming to herself 
as she walked in the door. Morna, her little Westie 
greeted her at the door. Morna is Scotch Gaelic meaning 
beloved and Morna certainly was. "How's my little girl, 
did I stay out too late? Come on, I'll let you out while 
I fix your dinner." As Morna took care of her business, 
Denise freshened her water and put her food down. She 
was still floating on cloud nine; she put in a classical 
disk and danced a little to the music. She thought, I'll 
have a nice leisurely bath; not the Jacuzzi just hot 
water and a little scented bath oil; then I'll put on 
some lounge wear, hold Morna and listen to this music. 
Maybe I'll even go to sleep with it still on; I feel so 
mellow. 

She went into her bedroom and slowly undressed. Starting 
her bath water, she hung up her pantsuit and returned to 
the bedroom. Her panties and bra were color coordinated 
to her outfit, light beige. She stripped; tossed her 
lingerie in the hamper, took a fresh pair of panties 
from her drawer and reentered the bath.

With hungry eyes he watched; the fresh panties appeared 
to be cotton, maybe more comfortable for sleeping. He 
thought, my how modest, she's going to dress in the 
bath. No matter, the panties would be coming off soon 
enough. As he watched her immerse herself in the hot 
bath his excitement was peaking; God he had to have her 
and soon. He could hear her gently splashing as she 
washed; she was still humming to the music. 

She spent almost thirty minutes just soaking; he was so 
anxious he was almost ready to jump out and grab her 
there; but he waited. Finally she got out of the tub, 
toweled dry, rubbed on a dab or two of body lotion and 
pulled on her panties. Taking a robe from the closet and 
donning it, she walked back into the bedroom and stood 
in front of her mirror brushing her hair.

Pulling on his cotton mask he slowly opened the door and 
rushed her from behind. Maybe she sensed his presence, 
maybe she caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, 
whatever the case she started to turn toward him. He was 
too quick; he took her from behind and pushed her face 
first onto the bed, falling on her and crushing the 
breath out of her with his weight. 

He whispered in her ear, "Denise I don't want to hurt 
you but I will. Do as I ask and don't scream; you'll 
survive this.'' 

He pulled her to her feet and removed her robe. Almost 
gently he pushed her back onto the bed, saying," Lie 
there and cross your hands over your stomach. That's 
right, now I'm going to bind your hands. It won't hurt 
but I don't want you scratching me." 

With the plastic ties he bound her wrists. He positioned 
her lengthwise on the bed and stood back to admire her. 
Clad only in her panties she was prettier than he'd 
imagined. He did notice that her breasts were not as 
firm out of her brassiere; they fell to the sides 
although still, they were large and full. What the hell 
did he expect; she was after all sixty-six. 

Regaining her breath Denise pleaded, "I've got a little 
money, take it; take anything you want from the house 
but please don't hurt me." 

"Denise like I said, if you cooperate I won't hurt you; 
and I am going to take what I want. Denise, the only 
thing in your home that I want is you." 

With that, he straddled her chest, pulled his turgid rod 
from his sweats, placed it on her chest and surrounded 
it with her breasts. He'd wanted to titty-fuck her from 
the first time he's seen her; now he was. He considered 
cumming all over her pretty face but decided against it; 
trace evidence you know. 

"Denise you have beautiful tits but I guess all the boys 
tell you that, don't they?" Denise lay mutely. Pinching 
her left nipple hard he said, "Denise I asked you a 
question, do they?" Through the pain Denise meekly 
answered, "Yes." "Well I thought so and they're right."

Through all of her years Denise had never been molested. 
Not by her father, not by her brother, nor by any of the 
men she'd dated; she thought she was blessed. Now she 
was experiencing a woman's worst nightmare.

Releasing her breasts he arose and stood at the side of 
the bed; looking down at her. He took the waistband of 
her panties on both sides. "I'm afraid these have to 
come off for what we're going to do next; lift your 
hips." 

The fear nearly paralyzed her, she couldn't endure this; 
she lost control of her bladder. She was humiliated but 
thought; at least this may deter him. Instead he cupped 
her sex and let her gushing flow warm his hand. 

"Very nice Denise, if I'd known this was going to happen 
I'd have made it part of my plan." 

Losing control, she began to scream. He quickly rolled 
her onto her tummy; spanking her hard and fast. First 
tears then sobs, the pain was horrific. She'd never been 
spanked in her life. Then he rolled her onto her back. 

Very quietly he said, "I told you no screaming, Denise. 
I don't want to hurt but, like I told you, I will, do 
you understand?" 

She didn't answer but she nodded yes, she didn't want to 
get spanked or pinched anymore. 

"That's a good girl; now raise your hips." He tugged her 
soaked panties off and raised them to his nose; inhaling 
deeply he said, 'Very nice Denise but you ignored the 
one thing I told you not to do, you screamed. I think a 
little penalty is in order." 

Lifting her wet panties to her face, he ordered, "Open 
your mouth." She knew what he was about to do; she 
didn't want it; she clamped her jaw tightly shut. "Oh 
Denise, you're going to make me work, that's ok I really 
don't mind." He gripped her jaw; forcing it open he 
shoved in her panty, sopping gusset first into her 
mouth. "How do you like the taste of yourself Denise?" 
he smirked. 

The odor was sourly pungent and the taste was appalling, 
she could only swing her head from side to side, no. 
"Cooperate with me and you'll come through this. 
Remember what Scarlet said; tomorrow is another day. 
You'll have another day, too, if I get your 
cooperation." 

He got on the bed and spread her legs. She didn't fight 
him, she just lay there; she'd decided that the rape was 
inevitable and she didn't want him to hurt or humiliate 
her any further. As he positioned himself between her 
splayed legs, she was surprised. He opened a condom and 
rolled it on, putting the wrapper in his pocket. "No 
chance of disease and they're already lubricated in case 
you're dry. He reached between her legs and began 
massaging her. As he suspected she was dry, sere, and 
arid as a desert. He found her clitoris and played. 

In spite of herself Denise could feel her vagina 
moisten; not a flood but the massaging had forced 
nature's reaction; she was getting wet. Obviously he 
felt her respond, too. He lifted her legs over his 
shoulders, rubbed himself several times along her slit 
and thrust into her vagina. He buried himself to the 
hilt. He was huge; she'd never in her life felt anything 
like this. She moaned into her panty, but no one could 
hear her but her. 

As he pounded into her she could feel herself being 
torn; he was ripping her apart. God damned she thought; 
he should be starring in porno films. He was so deep in 
her he was ramming her cervix, she thought she might 
faint from the pain; she was in agony. Blessedly, she 
felt him swell and climax.

"Denise you're even better than I'd imagined. God woman, 
you were tight as a virgin." 

She knew she wasn't tight down there now. As he pulled 
out she could tell that her pussy was still gaping open 
and she could feel something running down her leg; it 
was her own blood; he'd torn her. He pulled out and 
rolled the rubber off his huge cock. She stared at it, 
it was immense; at least a foot long and as big around 
as a six ounce coke bottle; no wonder she was bleeding. 

"Denise we're going to rest for a while, would you like 
to suck my cock while we rest?" She slowly nodded no. "I 
thought not; that's ok with me, I'd rather leave your 
panties in." "Tell me, how do they smell and taste? 
Can't answer? Just nod your head yes or no, do you like 
them?" Slowly she nodded no.

"Denise, I'm going to get into you again. You won't like 
it, but at the very least you'd avoid some of the pain 
if I had some lubricant. I'm sorry I forgot to bring 
any. Do you have some? Just nod yes or no." 

She ached so bad, she'd cooperate all she could if it 
helped her avoid further pain; she nodded yes. "In the 
medicine cabinet in the bathroom?" Again, she nodded 
yes. He went to the medicine chest; it seemed he had a 
choice; she had both Vaseline and a tube of KY jelly. 
His first choice would have been the Vaseline; he 
wouldn't mind leaving her full of grease; but it could 
play hell with latex and both his condoms and gloves 
were latex; he opted for the KY, safety first you know, 
his safety.

He carried the lubricant back to the bed. She didn't 
look so proud now but she was still beautiful. Denise 
lay sobbing in pain, humiliation, embarrassment, fear 
and frustration; she was in a terrible position and 
could nothing about it. She was surprised when he gently 
pulled her legs over the side of the bed and sat her up. 

"Denise, I'm going to leave you as you are, you're 
bleeding a little but not badly; I'll clean you up when 
we've finished." 

Denise began trembling in fear, there was one thing more 
that she thought he was going to do; it terrified her; 
after the way she was torn in her vagina she couldn't 
even imagine the pain that would cause. She was sixty-
six years old and still a virgin back there; oh a lot of 
guys had tried but she had fended them all off. Now, she 
thought, she was going to lose her virgin bottom to a 
monster. She began to sob harder and whip her head from 
side to side; no, no she prayed, this can't be 
happening. But it was; he lifted her to her feet and 
hugged her. 

She didn't understand if he wanted her bottom, why 
hadn't he just rolled her over on her tummy. She had a 
big King sized bed. They had been lying in her puddle of 
pee; he didn't seem to have minded that. He could simply 
roll her over on her tummy onto the dry side and take 
her. Maybe it wasn't going to happen. He caressed her 
and kissed her eyes then her lips and gently massaged 
her bottom. Standing in front of him she realized he was 
only about two inches taller than she, but she knew he 
was strong, she had experienced that.

"Denise if I take the panties out of your mouth are you 
going to scream? Understand that I'll harm you if you 
do?" 

She nodded her head frantically no. She thought maybe he 
was going to let her go. He reached up and took the 
panties out. 

"Remember, quiet." 

She whispered, "Yes, I understand."

Again, he caressed her bottom, saying, "That's a good 
girl." Then he picked up her pillow and walked her to 
the foot of the bed. Putting the pillow down he forced 
her to her knees on Morna's launching pad. He pulled her 
bound arms above her head and bent her forward so that 
she lay flat with her face in her pillow. 

Yes Denise I think you know what's going to happen but 
I'll try to make it as easy for you as I can. I'm going 
to use a lot of lubricant but it will still hurt. You 
can help, as I start to enter you, you can push out like 
you were trying to use the bathroom. That would make it 
easier for me to get in. Remember, you have your pillow. 
If you feel the need to scream, scream into it; I don't 
want to hear you, okay?" 

Almost breathlessly, Denise said, "Yes, I understand." 

Now Denise, I'll be honest with you; I didn't take your 
panties out of your mouth just for you. I want to be 
able to hear you when you moan, and you will moan. You 
felt what I was like in your pussy, what do you think 
you'll feel when I go up your sweet ass?" 

With her body trembling in fear and in a voice that was 
barely a shaky whisper she answered, "You're going to 
hurt me." 

"Yes Denise, I am. Put your face on the pillow." 

He massaged her vaginal slit using her own blood as a 
lubricant and strummed her clitoris. She thought he was 
trying to make it easier for her but it didn't help. She 
felt him spread her back cheeks; with her narrow hips 
and small tight ass there wasn't much to spread; then he 
felt him push a greased finger into her. She had never 
experienced such abject terror in her life. As he 
pressed into her she felt her bowels grow watery, her 
stomach cramped and her heart thumped so hard she 
thought he could hear it. 

She thought she was losing control of her bowels. God, 
what would he do if that happened? He'd probably spank 
her and make her wallow in it. On top of everything else 
that would be the ultimate humiliation and 
embarrassment. Fortunately, that didn't occur; but again 
her bladder betrayed her. She released; she didn't have 
much left, no volume, but still he cupped her sex. 

"Thank you Denise, I do love a woman's pee. I'm not into 
golden showers and such but I do love to listen and 
watch a woman gush and I love the feel of it on my hand 
as I hold their lower lips. If I'd known you could give 
me this pleasure, I'd have visited you earlier.

Denise, I want to give you a word of advise; don't hide 
your key under the geraniums, I found it. He pushed down 
on the small of her back to hold her in place as he 
forced a second finger deeply into her. All she could do 
was moan into her pillow. He added a third finger 
pumping deeply and stretching her hole. She felt the 
cold lube being squeezed directly into her. She almost 
wished he'd continue with his fingers; she knew what was 
coming when he stopped. As his fingers slipped out of 
her rosebud she could feel that she was gaping open as 
far as she could go; she also knew it wouldn't be 
enough. From the side of her eye she saw him pick up her 
soiled panties and wipe his gloved hand; she almost lost 
it. 

Her body was shaking it terror so badly she thought she 
was going into convulsions; she knew it was just moments 
away and she couldn't endure the thought. He'd stroked 
lubricant onto himself before he had cleaned his glove. 
Now, with a hand on each cheek he spread her for his 
inspection. He could see the blood from his earlier 
assault on her vagina mixed with her urine coating the 
insides of her thighs. 

He viewed her tight anus, now partially agape from his 
preparations and he could see her slight naked body 
quivering in terror and horrendous anticipation while 
she continued to sob into her pillow. He had to 
remember; push her face into the pillow, he knew she'd 
throw her head back and wail. He'd have to be quick; he 
decided to grasp her hips and pull her back to him while 
he thrust forward, he intended to impale her on all 
twelve inches of his giant cock in a single thrust and 
that would require that he use both hands to grasp her 
slim hips. If he was quick enough he could be in her and 
have a hand on her head before the pain fully 
registered. He was quick enough. 

"Denise, when you feel me against you push back, like I 
told you." 

Gripping both hips he positioned himself at her 
entrance; push Denise; He pulled her back roughly as he 
thrust into her deeply; his whole twelve inches was in. 
Denise was certain he had ripped her from tailbone to 
belly button. She raised her head with an agonized 
scream on her lips but it was muffled, his hand was on 
the back of her head, holding her down. Muffled screams, 
sobs, mournful moans and even grunts as he rutted into 
her, she was out of any semblance of control; she'd 
never experienced such excruciating pain in her life. 

She fainted; her body shutting down to end the agony. He 
continued to pound viciously into her for nearly five 
minutes. He wasn't a teenager any longer; he'd cum just 
30 minutes before. Finally he released. He rolled the 
rubber off and put it in his pocket. What a shame, he 
still had one left but he didn't think Denise would be 
any more fun. It went into his pocket with the one's 
he'd used; he would burn the clothes, shoes, gloves, 
condoms, everything. Screw CSI. 

He lifted her limp body, placed it in her own urine pool 
and cut off her bindings; he wouldn't even leave those. 
He left and jogged back to his car.

Denise was out for over thirty minutes. As she came 
around her little Westie Morna was licking her face. 
Denise hurt everywhere; she pulled Morna to her and 
sobbed into her soft body.


Part II: 911

The police arrived en masse; there were the patrolmen 
that were first on the scene, crime scene technicians, 
detectives and a lady officer from the sex crime unit. 
The technicians had taken control of her bedroom and 
were attempting to locate any trace evidence. They'd 
gathered up her sheets, pillow, even her panties for 
further testing. The lady from sex crimes directed 
Denise to the kitchen where they could talk.

"Denise, I'm Luz Martinez, with the sex crime unit. If 
you don't mind I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Denise was clad in only a robe and slippers. Drawing the 
robe tightly around herself she answered, "Ask anything 
you like, anything to help catch this monster."

"Denise, can you give me a physical description of your 
assailant?"

"Well Officer Martinez..."

"Luz, please."

"Well Luz, I'm 5'6" tall and he was maybe 2 inches 
taller; I'd put him at 5'8". He wasn't heavyset; I'm 
guessing around 150-160 pounds. But that's really all I 
can say; he was completely covered by his clothes and he 
wore gloves and a mask. I didn't even see whether he was 
black or white but, based on his voice I'd say he's 
probable white."

"Did you notice any particular characteristics about 
him; you know, scars, that sort of thing?"

"Luz, I'm not sure how to put this, yes, he had one very 
noticeable characteristic, as you put it. His penis was 
huge. Luz, I mean it was at least a foot long and as big 
around as a soda can; my God I'd never seen anything 
like it."

"Well, we can't go around asking men to drop their 
drawers to inspect but I'll check to see if any other 
rapes have been reported by a man like that."

"Luz, I don't think you're going to go anywhere with 
that. I think he targeted me, Denise Stricker, 
personally, not just any woman. He wanted me and he took 
me."

After some additional questions Luz asked Denise to 
accompany her to the hospital for testing and additional 
evidence gathering. 

"Let me get showered and dressed, Luz."

"Denise, I'd like you to go just as you are. We don't 
want to take the chance of destroying and evidence that 
he may have left."

Reluctantly, Denise agreed to go.

The hospital was worse than she had imagined. After 
sitting in the waiting room for over an hour in just her 
robe she was finally taken to an examination room where 
she was probed and prodded. Her pubic hair was combed, 
her vagina and rectum were swabbed and the doctor 
inserted speculums in both for internal exams. Aside 
from torn tissue and severe bruising and abrasions 
nothing was found. No semen, no pubic hairs, nothing. 
Denise felt like she'd been put through a humiliating 
and embarrassing ordeal for nothing. She asked Luz to 
take her home.

Several days went by and Denise had heard nothing from 
the police. She called Luz Martinez only to learn that 
there were absolutely no leads. The crime scene 
investigators found nothing, nada, bupkus. Her case was 
going nowhere.

Denise was frustrated and she was scared. She was afraid 
to leave her house. Paranoid, she refused to answer the 
door. Friends had called but she let her answering 
machine take the calls and did not return them. Her fear 
ruled her; she decided she couldn't continue to live 
like this.

Putting her fear aside she employed tradesmen to replace 
the locks on all of her doors with deadbolts. She added 
locks to all of her windows and had a state of the art 
security system installed. On the exterior she had 
motion detector lighting hung on each corner of the 
house and above all of the entryways. She had an eight-
foot chain link fence erected around her property and 
she still didn't feel safe. She decided to get a guard 
dog.

Denise was not one to make snap decisions; she 
researched various breeds of dogs. While reading a novel 
she came upon the name of a breed she'd never heard of 
and the traits mentioned were exactly what she was 
looking for. The breed was large, the males getting to 
150 pounds or larger. They were pretty much a one person 
dog, protective of its master and everything else it 
identified as it's pack be it other dogs, cats or 
children. It seemed ideal. After researching the breed 
and checking Google she found a breeder in The Russian 
Federation who had just the dog for her. It was a white 
male Caucasian Ovcharka puppy. She paid for him and had 
him shipped to her. She named him Ivan.

Denise immediately employed a trainer; she hadn't had a 
dog before and Ivan was going to he a handful. She knew 
she'd need help. Together they trained him to walk on a 
leash, to heel and to respond to commands. She still had 
Morna of course but with Ivan she began to feel safer. 
She even violated the security of her home by having a 
doggie door installed in her back entrance; she assumed 
that anyone foolish enough to try to get in that way 
would be eaten.

Denise did start to feel more secure. She had no problem 
going to the supermarket or other shops; she simply took 
her dogs with her. She still was unable to date or go 
places where she couldn't bring Ivan but she felt that 
was a small price to pay to feel safe and secure.

Morna had always been Denise's bedmate; they'd slept 
together as long as Denise had had her, Ivan wanted the 
same privilege. He'd made himself right at home from the 
start and now it was the three of them in the bed which 
was fine when Ivan was a puppy but he was a growing boy, 
already over one hundred pounds and he took a lot of 
space.

He was getting a little too fresh, too. He liked to 
nuzzle under the covers and sniff Denise's crotch. She 
would just push him away, telling him no. He didn't 
always obey; he'd found a scent he liked. On one 
particular night after Denise had gone to sleep she was 
having a sensual dream; she was with Mal and he had 
stimulated her, aroused her. As she slowly awakened the 
nice sensations didn't stop; Ivan was licking her 
through her panties. Whether it was the nice feeling or 
her dreamy arousal she couldn't answer but she didn't 
stop him, she just spread her legs. Ivan's large, 
powerful tongue was stimulating her and she liked it. It 
had been so long since she'd been with a man; she let 
him lick away. 

Denise was surprised at herself, she'd always been such 
a fastidious person and here she was letting her dog 
lick her. She knew she should stop it; instead she 
pulled her panty aside allowing Ivan to lap her slit. It 
felt marvelous; it was just moments before a series of 
small orgasms rocked her. She reached down, scratched 
Ivan behind the ears and pushed him away; she'd had her 
satisfaction. But she'd made a big mistake. A Caucasian 
Ovcharka needs to be dominated by his master and Denise 
had just allowed him to gain a superior position. 

Even during her acute paranoia Denise had retained her 
Peruvian housekeeper, Pilar, but Denise was going to 
have to do her own cleaning for the next month. Pilar 
had returned to Peru for a month's vacation.

Doing the laundry, dusting, vacuuming and the other 
mundane tasks were no problem; there was only one thing 
that she absolutely abhorred; cleaning the bathroom. 
Denise was working in just a pair of white cotton 
panties and a white t-shirt. She saw no sense in getting 
her other clothing soaked when she scrubbed the tub. 
She'd already brushed the commode and cleaned the sink 
and counters; only the tub was left. She ran some warm 
water and dusted in some scouring powder then, on her 
knees she leaned into the tub and started to scrub.

Ivan was sitting on his haunches in the bedroom watching 
and he liked what he saw, his sensitive nose had picked 
up Denise's scent; he walked into the bathroom, sniffed 
her bottom and gave her a big lick. 

Surprised, Denise shoved him away saying, "No Ivan, no, 
bad dog." 

Ivan backed away as Denise went back to her task. Again, 
Ivan approached; again he licked. She tried to swat him 
with her scrub rag but he quickly backed out of range. 
Denise should have given up on the tub or, at the very 
least, closed the door, she didn't, instead she went 
back to work.

Ivan approached quickly this time, nosing her bottom and 
pushing her forward. Denise tried to turn toward him to 
chastise him but when she'd swung the cleaning rag at 
him she'd splashed water on the floor. Her knee hit the 
wet spot and she fell forward over the edge of the tub. 
There she lay, half in the tub, her hips over the edge 
and her legs splayed. 

She felt a tremendous tug on her panties then she heard 
them rip. Ivan had bitten down on them and pulled them 
away. Still with hopes of escaping Denise tried to 
stand; a crushing weight on her back pushed her down, 
Ivan had mounted her. She continued to fight him but 
when she felt his dew claws bite into her hips she knew 
she was in real trouble, she felt him jabbing at her 
with his cock, seeking her pussy.

Denise screamed and thought, this can't be happening but 
then she knew it was; Ivan had found his mark. There was 
nothing slow nor gentle in his taking of her, he thrust 
into her and he was a big boy, he hit her cervix then 
fucked her like a dog fucks; hard, rapid, pounding 
thrusts, she felt like a rape victim all over again.

Ivan fucked her for over five minutes, she'd never been 
pounded like this before, then she felt his hot cum 
being spurted into her, she thought her ordeal was 
nearly over but he began to swell, filling her 
completely, stretching her further than any man ever 
had. It hurt and she started to cry; she'd forgotten 
about a male dog's knot, a plug in her pussy to hold his 
sperm in until it could do its work. Fortunately Ivan 
didn't attempt to wander off, dragging Denise with him; 
he just stayed mounted on her until his knot shrunk then 
he walked into the bedroom, lay down and licked himself.

Denise didn't go anywhere for several minutes, she 
remained bent over the tub, absorbing what had happened. 
She knew it was her fault; she'd encouraged his licking 
of her, inviting his attention. Finally, painfully she 
stood and teetered to her bed. She flopped down atop the 
bedspread.

When Ivan saw her get on the bed he jumped up with her. 
She was curled up on her side; Ivan nosed her and pushed 
her over onto her back then licked her vagina, cleaning 
her. She didn't fight him; she simply rolled over on her 
belly. In a moment she realized she'd make another 
mistake, he was trying to mount her bottom. She didn't 
want that, she tried to shoo him away. When she hit him 
he nipped her, he wasn't going to let her go.

Denise realized what would happen if she stayed in this 
position, he'd stab at her until he got into her and it 
would be her bottom that he got. She was afraid so she 
took what, to her seemed the safest course; she slowly 
rose to her knees and opened her legs, in invitation. 
Ivan accepted.

He entered her with a single mighty thrust but this time 
she knew what to expect. She wasn't trying to fight him 
off and he slipped into her easily. Her position was 
more comfortable, not bent over a hard tub but in her 
bed, her bottom raised in acceptance and her head 
resting on her pillow although his dew claws were again 
biting into her hips, holding her in place. When he 
probed in, again slamming into her cervix she moaned. 
When he began his hard, rapid thrusting she grunted each 
time he slammed forward, "ugh, ugh, ugh."

Suddenly, Ivan's hot cum filled her, and it was hot, 
hotter than any man's. She still had most of his first 
load in her; he overflowed her when he came. She felt 
his fluids running down the insides of her thighs before 
his knot again plugged her closed.

As she laid, head on her pillow and ass in the air, her 
pussy filled by her dog, a renegade thought came to her. 
In spite of the pain and humiliation she'd experienced, 
she liked the feeling she was getting; she started 
working her hips back against Ivan bringing herself to a 
climax, enjoying the stuffed sensation his big cock was 
giving her; she was appalled with herself but she knew 
she'd do it again. She started to wonder how it would 
feel to take him in her bottom; only her rapist had 
taken her that way, no other man. The thought was so 
indecently decadent she was certain she'd try that, too. 
Ivan's knot finally shrunk, he gave her a laving and 
jumped off the bed.

Several weeks had passed. Ivan had taken his position as 
the alpha of the pack and he used Denise at will. When 
he felt the urge he'd push her from behind with his 
muzzle, directing her toward the bedroom. She never 
attempted to deny him; honestly, she'd come to look 
forward to getting filled; he was pushing her now. Every 
time he'd had her it was from behind, doggie style. She 
decided to try something different this time.

Removing her shorts, blouse, bra and panties she sat on 
the edge of the bed and laid back. She planted her feet 
on the bed and let her legs splay open and called Ivan 
to her. He paused to sniff and lick her vagina then 
placed his big paws on each side of her. She urged him 
forward until she could feel him against her pussy then 
she reached down and guided him in. 

The sensations were completely different with him atop 
her. Not necessarily better but different. He still 
pounded her with the same violence, thrusting hard, deep 
and fast but now bringing her to orgasm after orgasm as 
she moaned and wailed his name, "Oh Ivan my Russian 
fucker, fuck me, fuck me fuck mee," she groaned as he 
flooded her pussy with his doggie cum. Then his knot, 
Denise had come to look forward by being stretched by 
his knot.

A month into what Denise had come to think of as her 
relationship with Ivan she'd decided she didn't want a 
man in her life. She felt safe and secure and her sexual 
needs were certainly being met, she hadn't had her pussy 
filled so frequently ever before in her life; she'd even 
taken Ivan in her mouth, but now for the real test. She 
wanted him in her ass tonight.

It didn't take anything to get Ivan prepared for sex, he 
was always ready, but that wasn't the case with Denise 
tonight. She was pretty sure Ivan would hurt her, she 
couldn't imagine what it would feel like when his knot 
filled and stretched her but she was anxious to find 
out.

Almost like preparing for a date, Denise bathed and 
applied a little perfume. She put on a nice pair of 
French cut bikini panties and a dressing robe then she 
poured herself a glass of Zinfandel. Three glasses later 
she'd put some of the butterflies fluttering in her 
tummy to rest. She called Ivan over and opened her 
thighs. Even she could smell the aroma of her arousal; 
Ivan tugged at her robe leading her to the bedroom.

Denise removed her robe and let Ivan nuzzle her crotch 
before rolling her panties off. She'd decided tonight 
she would be taken in the doggie position and she'd 
already lubricated her anus. She was as ready as she'd 
ever be. She climbed onto the bed and got in position.

Ivan came up behind her and mounted her. Now came the 
tricky part, blocking him from pushing into her vagina 
while guiding him to and through her rose bud. She 
reached between her legs and took his cock in hand. He 
was already thrusting at her, now it was just a matter 
of directing him. She rubbed his cock over her puckered 
hole as he plunged forward and she was impaled on his 
doggie dick He drove deeply into her as she screamed out 
with an agony so severe it brought tears to her eyes. 
Then he started pumping her with his hard, fast and deep 
thrusts. The initial pain of his entry had quickly faded 
to a dull ache and his rapid pounding of her bottom was 
inflaming cunt and her passion. She forced her hips back 
against Ivan's powerful strokes, forcing him deeper yet 
into her body.

Ivan pumped his cum into her, scorching her bowels with 
his heat as Denise exploded in a screaming climax, but 
then came the real test. Ivan began to swell. Denise 
could feel her bottom being stretched, there was some 
pain but not nearly so sharp as when she was entered, it 
was more a fullness, she almost enjoyed it. She knew 
with practice this would become part of their normal 
routine.

Ivan's knot shrunk and they both sank to the bed. Morna 
leapt up and joined then as they all dozed off for the 
night.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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