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. Oddly, she discovered the sensation quite pleasant. Her thighs were spread wide, opening her cunt up and her slit was sliding back and forth over his soft, soapy flesh.

"Let me turn over, slut."

She was slightly disappointed to stop the steady sliding but got up as he rolled onto his back. Then she dropped her soapy ass and cunt onto his belly and bent forward, avoiding looking at his face as she pressed her soapy tit melons down on his chest and rubbed herself back and forth.

His hands came around and cupped her soapy ass cheeks, jamming her down harder as he pulled her up and down his belly. Her crotch rode across his cock several times.

"My cock needs special attention, slut. Use those fat tits of yours to clean it."

She slid further down his body until her chest was over his cock. Her cunt was resting on his legs, which were together and she shifted over to one side so his left leg pushed firmly against her cunt slit. She took his cock and pressed her tits against it from either side, mashing her tit meat around it as she used the two mammaries as scrub brushes.

"Harder, cunt meat. Scrub my cock." She rubbed her tits back and forth on his prick, which was beginning to get hard again.

He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her upwards as she cried in pain. He manoeuvred her snatch over his boner and took his cock in one hand, fitting the head against her hole.

"Take it, slut." he sighed. She eased up, then slid back down over his prick. His soapy prong drove up high into her belly, the soap stinging her cunt as she settled atop it.

"Okay, whore, ride it," he sighed, his hands going behind his head as he smiled up at her. Her twat full of fuck meat, she pressed her hands flat on his chest and began to slowly slide her pussy up and down his hard prong. Oddly, this too felt good. She ran her fuck tube up and down over his dick, sighing weakly at the feel of his soapy flesh on her clit.

After the violence that had been wrought on her poor body this fuck, which was nothing less than rape, seemed somehow, almost friendly. It was almost like she was just fucking a man willingly. Her cunt rode over his prong steadily, heating up around the hard tool, sending a quiver up her spine.

She rode harder, sliding her fuck meat up and down around his shaft with ever increasing speed, panting with the effort and the resulting heat in her loins. When Jones reached up and squeezed her titties she actually moaned in pleasure, glad of the added sensation.

Her buttocks ground down on his hips and thighs as she twisted and rubbed her pussy lips against his skin. Her round, taut ass cheeks rose and fell, rose and fell, as her fuck pit repeatedly swallowed the entire length of his purple knobbed prick.

He began humping up into her then, so his cock was sent slicing up between her tender twat lips with savage force and speed. She didn't care. Her belly was a quivering, churning cauldron of excitement, her pussy steaming with fuck juice as she whimpered and whined in pleasure.

"Fuckin' whore," he grunted. "Fuckin cheap slut!" He clamped his hands painfully tight around her tits, dragging her upper body down to his chest then gripping her hair with one hand and jamming her lips onto his. He mashed his lips onto hers, his tongue shooting up into her mouth as he humped his boner up into her cunt slot.

His free hand slid down her back and clamped around her ass flesh, pushing her down with each stroke, mashing her flesh beneath his hard fingers.

Jessie didn't care what he did to her. She was on the verge of an orgasm, the first in, in, in well over a year. She'd ignored sex for so long that the insides of her cunt had practically calcified. Now with the steady pumping of his meat, and the lack of fear and pain, her pussy juices were flowing freely and her slit was burning with need.

She kissed him back, something that would have revolted her even minutes ago, and still did somewhere at the back of her mind. But all she really cared about right now as cumming, cumming long and cumming hard. She rode up and down his prick while her breathing became more ragged and her body became more raw with crackling sex energy.

Then she came, crying out in excitement, in glee, in bliss, as her body erupted in powerful waves of boiling orgasmic pleasure. She felt like her body was turning inside out, like her cunt was gushing fire and juice as she came explosively, jerking and trembling and shaking against him as he continued to ram his prick up into her belly.

Snapping, crackling multi-colored lights flashed and burst in front of her closed eyes and her chest locked tight, as the sex heat poured through her. She grunted repeatedly, her cunt sucking and squeezing on his cock as it thrust into her.

Her climax screamed along every nerve ending, every pore in her skin radiating sex heat as her cunt sent jagged bolts of ecstasy shooting up into her guts, searing her insides with its powerful concussive explosions.

She went limp with weakness, flat atop him as he continued to thrust up into her. His hands clamped down on her ass, jamming her down on his fuck stick, grinding her pelvis over his groin as his cum shot up into her guts.

He heaved her aside and sat up, scratching his head.

"Cheap piece of meat," he sneered, swinging his legs out of bed. "Come on, bitch. I ain't finished my bath yet."

He swaggered across the rug towards the bathroom. Jessie got to her feet and shuffled after him. Just as she entered the bathroom he grabbed her arm and hurled her through the room into the tub. She landed with a loud splash, sending water flying everywhere. Her leg banged into the tiled wall, making her cry out in pain, then water got down her throat and she choked and coughed furiously as he laughed in amusement.

"Soap yourself up some more, slut, then come and rub me again," he sneered.

She pulled herself to her knees, water dripping off her hair. She slipped and fell, then got up again and climbed out of the tub. He grinned nastily as she picked up the soap and soaped up her chest and belly again.

He grabbed her and pulled her against him, still grinning. "Rub those fat tits against my cock. It's all dirty again."

She rubbed her breasts back against his soft prick, mashing the soft meat around his sensitive prong.

"Fuckin' cunt," he snarled, shoving her back. "I keep telling you to rub harder!" he snarled. He grabbed her and shoved her back against the tub, bending her back across the side.

She clawed at his hands as her back threatened to break under the pressure. He slapped her hard, then grabbed bother her wrists and locked them together, forcing them back over her head and down into the tub. "Stop! Please!" she gasped, her wet feet and legs kicking and flailing on the floor in an effort to ease the strain on her back.

He jammed his knee into her crotch to pin her in place, laughing as he bent her back even harder. Her spine ground and rolled on the hard enamel. He reached down beside the tub and found a brush. It was made for scraping the floor and had harsh, strong bristles. He picked it up and looked down gleefully at her round, straining titties, both pushing out hard against her taut flesh.

"I'll show you how to scrub up, pussy," he sneered. He shoved the brush into the water, then pulled it out and jammed it against her sensitive left tit. He began scrubbing harshly as she screamed in pain. The bristles were clawing the skin off her as he rubbed it up and down over her soapy melon.

He paid particular attention to her nipple, scratching and scraping and scouring the brush across it with furious, forceful motions. Jessie jerked and thrashed helplessly, yelling and screaming as her tit burned with pain. He only laughed, then ran the harsh brush over her other tit, scraping savagely as her back bent even more over the edge of the tub. "Ahh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Uhhhh!" she cried, as he viciously scoured her tender flesh with the harsh brush, sawing it back and forth over the melon until it, like the other one, was blood red, ever nerve ending screaming with pain.

He looked down at her splayed legs and pulled the brush away from her aching tits, jamming it down against her open crotch and rubbing furiously at her soft cunt mound. She howled in agony, her legs jerking and flopping as she thrashed and writhed against him. The harsh bristles scraped and clawed at her sensitive pussy mound, burning up her crotch.

He quickly flipped her over, tired of her struggling, and jammed her face down into the water as he sawed the cruel brush back and forth over her pussy again. He held her head under water, a cruel sneer on his face as the brush scraped savagely over her pussy meat.

He threw it away suddenly and let go of her head. It sprang out of the water, Jessie coughing and gagging as he laughed and pushed his boner against her cunt. He thrust into her, burying his cock in her warm snatch with a single stroke.

Fighting to regain her breath, Jessie hardly even noticed, nor cared. Her arms hugged her chest as she coughed and hacked. His hands held her hips and he fucked steadily, his soapy fuck-pole sliding nicely in her belly as he hummed to himself.

Jessie moaned as she cupped her aching breasts. The skin had been scraped raw and there were little bleeding scratches in a dozen places. He slapped his hands down on her ass flesh with a laugh, rodding his prick into her with more force as his pleasure mounted.

"Teach you your place, girl," he snickered. His cock pounded into her as he gripped her ass and spurted out more cum into the depths of her belly.

"Gonna give you a baby, slut," he laughed. "Gonna fuck a baby into you, make your tits and belly fat."

He slapped her ass hard, then dragged her back out of the tub and shoved her back on the floor. He stood up and got into the tub, running the shower to rinse himself off.

Jones was really getting off on his control over the beautiful young blonde. He kept her naked and abused and insulted her constantly. He spent most of the evening in the couch watching TV. Jessie knelt in front of him on all fours and he propped his feet up on her back.

Several times he dragged her face up between his legs and had her suck him off, grinning down at her as she did, calling her whore and slut. The only time she was allowed to move was when he sent her into the kitchen for food or beer.

Late in the night he was poking around with the video camera. He filmed her naked, then stuck the tape in the VCR, laughing and giggling as her naked image came up. He put the tape back in the camera and turned it on her again.

"Lay back in the corner, slut, and spread those pretty legs of yours."

She sat back against the wall, opening her legs as he filmed her. He got down on his knees and brought the camera in close to her crotch.

"Pull your cunt lips open," he ordered. "That's it. Stick your fingers in your snatch." He crawled backwards and sat up, shifting back until he had her whole body in the shot.

"Let's see you play with yourself, baby. Jerk off for me."

She looked worriedly at the camera, but could not do anything other than he wished. She pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy as she diddled her clitty.

"He stopped the camera and scowled at her.

"Show some emotion, girl. I want to see you cumming. I wanna see how excited you are. Play with your titties and diddle dick your pussy like you really mean it."

He raised the camera and turned it on again. She started wriggling on the floor, running her hands up and down her body, sliding her fingers into her cunt cleft. She moaned weakly, moving her head from side to side and fondling her titties.

"More emotion, slut!" he yelled.

She moaned louder, wriggled harder, pumped her fingers into her snatch as she mashed her titties. She grunted and groaned and sighed realistically while he grinned and ran the camera up and down her lush, naked body.

"Enough for now," he said, yawning. He put the camera down and stood up. "Come on, fuck pad. We're goin' to bed."

Her heart leapt a little at the thought of him sleeping, and the chance that presented for her to escape. She'd be real careful, she told herself. She'd make absolutely sure he was asleep before sneaking out.

But Jones had no intention of relying on her to stay around for him to wake up. He scratched himself as he went into her parents room and looked at the big double bed with a wide grin on his face. The four poster had seven foot high posts on all four corners.

He searched in her parents drawers and came out with a pair of her mother's panty hose. Jessie watched in confusion as he ripped them down the middle and then pulled her over against the foot of the bed.

"Reach up and grab the poles, baby," he said. She tried, but couldn't reach them.

"Well, just hold your arms up like that then," he said. He tied one of the panty hose legs tightly around her right wrist, then tied the other around her left wrist. He then tied the other ends to the poles. He tied her arms tight so she was almost on her toes and had to stand up very straight, otherwise she'd be hanging from her wrists. They already ached from the way the nylon cut into them but she knew better than to complain.

He tied her so she was facing the bed, then slapped her ass and moved around her, getting into the bed himself.

"You can have a nice view of me in this comfy warm bed," he grinned. "While I have a nice view of your pretty titties and cunt fur." With that he turned off the lights and rolled onto his side, breathing evenly as he tried to fall asleep.

Jessie stayed still for long, long minutes, until she was sure he was asleep. Only then did she try to pull her hands free from the tight panty hose. She quickly found that she couldn't, that the knots were just too tight and hugged her wrists no matter how she twisted them.

Then she tried to pull hard in hopes of snapping the panty hose. Certainly she knew how easy it was to get a run in the elastic stuff. She pulled as hard as she could, first with her left then her right, but the panty hose wouldn't give, and the pulling cinched it even tighter around her wrists.

She finally thought to try and dig holes in the panty hose with her fingernails in hopes of shredding it. But by then her hands were numb from lack of blood. She could hardly even move her fingers and couldn't get enough pressure on the panty hose to cause any damage.

Jones began to snore. She had no idea how much time had passed. She stood there in the darkness, her legs stiff and tired, her back sore and her wrists feeling like they'd been cut. More time passed, the only sign the shadows moving across the room as the moon shifted.

By dawn her entire body was stiff and sore and tired and she was exhausted. She'd taken to shifting from one foot to another long ago, and lifting and bending her legs to ease their stiffness. Her back felt horrible. It wasn't exactly a bad pain, just a sort of terrible stiffness like an itch she couldn't scratch.

She finally got the idea of kneeling up on the edge of the bed, but had to do it so carefully so as not to wake him that, though it helped ease some of the strain on her legs, it didn't help her back at all, nor her wrists or shoulders or hands.

She was kneeling there, her head hanging low, half asleep a couple of hours after dawn when Jones woke up. He glanced down and saw her and frowned, then slowly shifted his feet over and suddenly kicked her knees back over the edge of the bed. She dropped off the bed, all her weight coming down on her wrists, which suddenly felt like a tight wire was slicing through them. She cried out in shock and pain, her feet scrabbling at the floor for several seconds before she was able to stand up and support her weight again.

"Didn't tell you, you could get in tha bed with me, slut," he said blearily. He scratched himself and yawned, then looked across at her with a small smile.

"Hmmm, got myself a boner, pussy. What'dya think I should do with it?"

She looked back tiredly, saying nothing. He grinned and crawled tiredly out of bed, his cock sticking straight out as he went around to the foot of the bed to stand behind her. She felt his cockhead rubbing up and down between her buttocks, then felt it press against her asshole.

He spit a couple of times and she felt a finger stab into her anus and slide back and forth, then it withdrew and his cock probed her rectal entrance again. She felt the pressure mount but could do nothing other than try and loosen her muscles to ease the way, hoping there would be less pain.

He wasn't at all concerned about pain as he forced his fat cock nose up into her anus, then rocked back and forth to twist another inch, then another into her asshole. His hands slid up and down her back, then around in front of her to cup and then squeeze her full round breasts.

His thumb stroked her nipples as his fingers kneaded her tit meat, mashing and twisting the soft fleshy meat as he worked his cock yet deeper into her rectum. His hands slid down her belly, then gripped her thighs from in front, pulling them up and apart, letting her entire weight come down on her wrists once again.

He pulled her legs wide and back against him as he jammed the entire length of his boner up her asshole, grunting with pleasure as he felt his balls rubbing against the undersides of her buttocks.

"Like that, whore?" he panted. "This is the way all you college girls should wake up every morning, with a good hard cock up the ass."

He grunted and thrust up harder, grinding his pelvis against her soft round ass skin as he twisted his cock around inside her guts.

He began stroking then, tearing his cock back down her anal tube, then forcing it back up her shitter with a hard, violent thrust.

She grunted in time to his thrusts as he used more and more of his cockshaft, pistoning it into her with long, hard strokes that made her tits bonce and jiggle.

He sucked on the side of her throat as he rutted his pole up her anus, sucking and then biting at the nape of her neck, ignoring her whimpers and moans as he used her body for his own pleasure, intensely aroused at his total possession, total control over the luscious young blonde woman.

His cock worked steadily up and down inside her asshole as his breathing grew faster and harder.

He bit harder on her neck too, gripping her tits again as he used his knees to keep her legs apart.

His fingernails found her nipples and dug in hard from either side, then pulled the soft little buttons far out from her meaty mammaries, distending the shape of her round melons into sharp pointed cones.

The Intruder Part 3

He pounded his cock up her asshole, reaming out her rear entry as he lustfully pawed and fondled her soft young flesh. He snickered at each groan, chuckled at each whimper, laughed at each cry of pain, and his cock grew even thicker inside her asshole.

Jones had never been gentle with women, even those who came to his bed willingly, but now he was finding a delightful pleasure in his complete and unchecked domination of the girl. He could do anything, anything at all to her he wanted to, and his mind spun through idea after idea.

But for now he was still tired. He rammed his prick deep into the college girl's asshole and spewed out his morning load of sperm juice, churning her rectum into butter as he let it suck the last drop from his cock. He withdrew then and went into the bathroom to piss and wash his cock, then returned, grabbing another pair of panty hose from the dresser.

He tied them around her ankles and bound each to the bottom of the bedposts so she couldn't get on the bed again. Of course this meant that all her weight was hanging on her wrists again, but he didn't care. She was tied so she couldn't move at all, that was what he wanted. He jumped back into bed and fell asleep again.

Jessie was dazed and limp when he woke again some hours later. She didn't even raise her head when he got out of bed, yawning, and moved past her towards the bathroom. She yelped and woke quickly when he smacked his hand down on her behind as he passed.

He came back out and undid her legs, then used a knife to cut the panty hose off her wrists. She fell to the floor and bed, moaning weakly, her stiff legs unable to hold her weight. Her hands ached fiercely with returning circulation.

Jones grabbed her by the hair and hauled her off the bed, throwing her on the floor near the door.

"Get your lazy cunt downstairs and make me breakfast, bitch, otherwise I'll use the belt on you again. I want, let's see, I want pancakes with lots of butter and syrup. Now get moving." He kicked her in the side to enforce the order and she cried out, grabbing her side with her wounded hands.

She half crawled out the door and downstairs to the kitchen, then sat on a chair for a few minutes trying to gain come control of her brain. She got up then and started making pancakes, afraid of what he might do if he came down and found her sitting around with no pancakes.

Not sure how many he wanted, she made a lot, taking bites out of a couple as she made them for fear he wouldn't give her anything to eat. He came downstairs finally, naked, which disappointed her since it made it obvious he had no intention of leaving soon.

He munched on the pancakes without complaint, his eyes moving from them to the window to her. "Kneel on the floor there, cunt," he said after a minute, gesturing to the floor next to his chair. She did as he ordered, sitting back on her heels as she watched, ready to dodge a blow.

Instead he cut off a piece of pancake and put it under her nose. She wasn't sure what to do though since it was obvious he wanted her to eat it she did. She snickered and cut a number of other pieces and ate them, then he cut another and she ate that. He was, she realized, feeding her like a dog. That would have made her mad before yesterday, but now she didn't care. So long as it didn't hurt he could do what he wanted as far as she was concerned. It wasn't like she had much pride or dignity left to protect around him.

He finished eating and she washed the dishes, but he didn't leave the table. He went to the fridge and looked inside, then opened the freezer and looked in there. He pulled out the ice cube box and the trays and sat back down at the table.

"Come here, slut," he ordered. She walked over and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her across his knees with her ass in the air. He fondled her ass cheeks for a few seconds then smacked his hand down hard, making her cry out. He snickered, then poked his finger into her cunt and pumped it in and out a couple of times.

"Real hot in there," he said. "Maybe I should do somethin' to cool it off."

He plucked one of the rounded ice cubes out of the box and pushed it against her cunt lips. She jerked in surprise, then clenched her teeth as he held it right against her clitty, the cold becoming a burning sensation that made it difficult to hold still.

He laughed and pushed the ice cube right into her cunt opening, shoving it deep inside her hot body.

She gasped and panted but gave no other display of what she felt. He picked up a second cube and slid that into her cunt as well, then a third, then a fourth, then a fifty and sixth and seventh and eight. Each cube pressed against the one before it, jamming it higher inside her lower belly.

She began to shake with the terrible blistering cold she was feeling high inside her totally unprotected innards.

Nothing cold was ever meant to go up there and so her cunt chute didn't know how to react to it. He pushed a dozen cubes into her cunt, so they ground slickly against each other inside her belly.

He slapped his hand down hard on her ass, laughing as she cried out again. Then he picked up another ice cube and pressed it against her little round anus. She whimpered as he forced the cube into her asshole. Her whole lower body was soon shaking uncontrollably as he forced a dozen more cubes up her ass.

He was like a kid with a new toy, and she was the toy. He snickered and laughed as he pushed more cubes into her cunt and then more into her asshole, forcing both tubes to bulge out inside her belly. He soon had to jam the cubes in hard to get them inside, for there was little room left inside her, even though the things were melting and a little stream of water was dribbling out her cunt slit.

He forced even more cubes up her asshole, so the round opening gaped wide, parts of several cubes visible in the space. Her cunt was also gaping open with more cubes seen between her split lips.

"Doesn't that feel goooood?" he sneered, rubbing his hand up and down over her pussy and asshole.

Jessie didn't answer him. Her belly felt like it was ready to split open from the pressure pressing against the walls of her pussy and anal tube. In addition, her belly quivered and trembled with the numbing cold as the dozens of hard cubes ground and clinked together in her abdomen.

He shoved her off him and onto the floor.

"Make sure none of them cubes come out, whore, or you're in deep shit."

He got up and fished around in the drawers, finally coming out with some thick electrical tape. He returned to her, bringing her wrists together behind her back and taping them together. He took off a big strip of tape then and put it down the middle of her ass crack and down between her legs, pressing it hard against her pussy mound.

He'd done it to keep the ice cubes inside her, but suddenly had an idea. His eyes narrowed and his smile broadened as he stared at the girl kneeling on all fours in front of him. he pressed the tape hard against her pussy, then gripped the end and ripped it up hard,

She screamed, her knees coming apart and dropping her on her belly as he tore the tape up off her. Cubes spit out her cunt and asshole as she howled in agony and writhed on the floor. Jones laughed and looked at the tape. A thick mass of cunt hair was attached to the bottom.

He forced her to kneel again, then tore off an even longer strip of the two inch wide tape. He pressed it against her belly button, then ran it down her abdomen and up between her legs again, rubbing his hand up an down the tape, pressing it tightly against her flesh.

She trembled and whimpered and began to sob in anxious anticipation. He snickered, then gripped the edge of the tape near her belly button and ripped it upwards as hard as he could. It tore back down her abdomen and up over her pussy lips, ripping out masses of pussy hair with it as she shrieked in agony and flopped on the floor again.

He clutched his sides and howled in laughter as he looked at her fiery red, nearly bare pussy. He kicked her onto her back and spread her legs, examining her crotch with interest. She'd only had a narrow band of pussy hair on account of the high cut bathing suits that were fashionable, now this band was nothing but a thin, almost invisible shadow.

He ignored her babbling pleas and tore off another strip of tape, fastening it over her cunt and abdomen once more. He held it by the free end as she moaned anxiously. He waited, knowing the waiting was torture on her, then tore it back suddenly. Again she screamed, though not as badly for there were far less cunt hairs left to be ripped free.

He stopped her writhing and examined her cunt again. It was nearly as bare and smooth as a baby's butt, hardly a hair to be felt and none to be seen.

Her ass and cunt had spit ice cubes across the floor though so he replaced them and then put yet another strip of tape down between her legs and up between her ass cheeks, this one just to hold the cubes inside her.

He sat back in the chair then and dragged her up between his spread legs, pulling her face down over his fat, hard prick. She took it into her mouth, shaking and trembling from pain and cold, but willing to do anything for him so long as it didn't hurt.

She bobbed her lips up and down on his cock, her tongue rubbing furiously against his cockhead as she tried to bring him off quickly.

She was hindered by not being able to use her hands but he was in no hurry, sitting back with his legs spread and his hands resting on her head.

He sighed in relaxation, happy with his little toy as she ran her lips back and forth, up and down his cockshaft. He pulled his feet up off the floor, resting them on her back as she sucked his boner. He suddenly shoved her head down hard, punching his cockhead right into her throat.

She gurgled in pain as he snickered and sighed in pleasure, the feeling of her throat choking around his cockhead wonderfully sensuous. He forced her head down until her lips and nose were mashing against his belly and crotch, then let her pull back up again.

She gasped for breath as his cockhead popped out of her throat and back into her mouth, then sucked even harder on it, hoping he would come. But he jammed her head back down again, forcing the cockhead and several inches of shaft back up into her gullet.

He came then, pumping wads of sticky cum straight down her throat and into her belly. He sighed in pleasure, leaning back in the chair, his hands behind his head as he let her head rise again and his cockhead slipped out of her throat.

His hands slipped beneath her and he cupped and fondled her fat titties. Then he had another idea.

He pushed her away and went over to the sink and turned on the cold water. He let the tap run for a minute so the water was extra cold, then poured it into a big pot. He turned off the tap and put the pot on the floor, then dumped in the remains of the ice cubes. He stirred it a little with his finger, then drew it out and licked the cold digit.

Jessie watched him worriedly as he turned and grinned at her.

"C'mere slut," he ordered. She crawled over to him and he gripped her by the hair and arm, bending her forward, pushing her chest down over the pot. Her fat melons pushed right into the icy cold water and she gasped in shock, trying to pull away. He snickered an laughed, pushing harder, immersing her boobies in the ice water for a long minute.

Finally he pulled her back out of the water. Her tits were now swollen and hard with the cold, her nipples erect, hard like little pebbles. He pinched them, then bent and took one into his mouth, sucking avidly.

He sucked the other nipple, then returned to the first one, his hands stroking the hard, taut fleshy mounds. He pulled back then and picked up the pot of ice water, dumping it over her head. He howled with laughter, then got up and went into the living room to see what was on TV. Nothing much was on except soaps and game shows so he came back to play with his toy.

"I have to take care of the horses," she announced.

"Horses?"

"Yes. They're in the stable. I should have gone and checked on them yesterday. They'll have used all their grain and hay now and will be starved."

"Well, by all means, let's go."

First he put on some clothes, then, refusing to let her do the same, he followed her outside to the stables. He cut the tape off her wrists, freeing them, then ignored her, examining the horses as she poured them grain and water and set out hay.

"Any of these stallions?" he wondered.

"No, they're all mares." "Too bad. I would've loved to see you sucking off a horse." She didn't answer that as she petted Donna, one of the mares. He looked around the stable, prying into corners. She thought about jumping up on Donna and racing away but he had his gun stuck in his belt and would almost certainly shoot her before she even got out of the stable.

He picked up a metal device from the corner, a long tube that looked something like a bicycle pump and examined it.

"What's this?" he asked. She looked over and swallowed in surprise.

"I uh, I don't' know. Just some piece of junk that's been broken for years."

He put it down again and wandered away, much to her relief. He opened a fridge and looked inside. It was stacked with pills and medicine for the horses. He lifted out a big half gallon container and looked inside it.

"What the hell is this?" he demanded, frowning down at the thick, white, creamy stuff.

"Just a uh, an ointment for the horses if they get a sore." He turned it around and then grinned broadly.

"How come it says horse semen on it then?"

"It used to uh, have uh, horse semen," she gulped as he carried it over to her. He was smiling as he approached but when he was a couple of feet away he swung his hand and cracked it across her face hard. She whirled around and fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

"Lying little whore!" he yelled. "You're a filthy, stinking slut!" He pulled the roll of electrical tape from his back pocket and quickly taped her wrists behind her back again. He pulled her up to her knees by the hair, ignoring her screams of pain, then opened the big round plastic container and bent her head back.

"Okay whore, here's some horse juice for you. Drink it."

"Nooooo!" she screamed.

"Drink it, cunt!" He pulled her hair even harder, but she clenched her teeth tight, refusing to drink the horse semen. He pulled harder on her hair, forcing her head way, way back, thrusting her two round tit balls out against her taut skin. He glared angrily at her, thinking of pouring the whole thing down on her head.

Instead he set it down away from her. He scrabbled around beside her, still holding her head back by the hair as he pulled his belt from the loops.

"Fucking cunt face bitch," he snarled. "I'm gonna show you your place!"

He doubled up the belt then slashed it down against her right tit. She howled in terrible agony as the heavy leather cut into her tender mammary.

He raised it and whipped it down again, this time on her other tit. Again she screamed, the sound so loud and horrible the horses shuffled uneasily in their paddocks.

He slashed it down on her right tit again, then her left, then her right, then her left, swinging it as hard and fast as he could. The belt was a constant whirring blur as it cut into her sensitive tit meat, turning it quickly red. He finally halted, panting from exertion.

He pulled her head forward, feeling a wonderful power as he watched her tear streaked face sobbing in misery. He lifted the container and held the edge to her lips, tilting it so the cum was against her mouth.

"Drink, slut girl."

She pretended to drink, revolted by the stuff even touching her lips. He wasn't fooled, cursing and slapping her face. He set down the container again and stood up. He gripped her left ankle and pulled her leg high, then stepped on her left leg.

He held her legs wide as he slashed the belt down directly against her cunt. Jessie shrieked like a madwoman as the belt slammed down right on her cunt mound. She howled and screamed in agony as he whipped it down again and again and again.

Then he let her leg go and dropped to his knees. He lifted the container in one hand and gripped her hair in the other, forcing the sobbing girl onto her knees and then pulling her head back.

"Open your mouth, whore!" She opened her mouth.

"Wider. Wider!" She opened her mouth wide and he tilted the container of horse semen, letting a thick stream pour down into her open mouth. It filled her mouth completely and he halted.

"Swallow it, cunt meat or I'll tear the skin off your back!"

She sobbed and swallowed, coming very close to throwing up as the horrible tasting stuff poured down her throat. He tilted the container and poured more into her mouth, filling it again. Again she swallowed, and again, and again, and again.

He snickered and laughed, then moved the container around, pouring the horse semen down on her face, and onto her taut, red breasts, down her smooth, soft belly and into her bare pussy mound.

He shoved her away and she fell onto her face. He poured more cum down on her head and shoulders and back and ass. Then, with almost half the container gone, he put it down and picked up the belt. He leaned over and gripped the tape still tightly fixed to her cunt and ripped it off. Water gurgled out of her cunt chute, for all the ice had long since melted in her warm belly.

His eyes were wild as he raised his hand high and slashed the belt down on her ass. She screamed in pain, the sound music to his ears. Water gushed out of her asshole as she lost control of herself. He whipped it down again and more water spat out of her ass.

He slashed it down again, this time on her back, then on her ass again, then her thigh, then onto her stomach as she rolled drunkenly, trying to evade his cruel, savage strokes. But he kept swinging the belt, raising angry red welts on her soft white skin as he slashed and slashed and slashed again.

Finally he tossed the belt away and dropped his pants. His cock was bulging red and rock hard as he dropped to his knees between her legs, ripping her thighs open. She was on her belly, sobbing in horror and misery. He fitted his cock against her cunt opening and thrust hard and deep, burying its entire length inside her fuck pipe.

Her cunt was soaking wet from the water, but had already warmed up. Now it sucked on his prick as he pounded it furiously down into her hole. His hands slapped her ass and then gripped her hips to jerk her back against him as he skewered the weeping, shivering blonde. He fucked as hard as he could, not in ignorance, but wanting to hurt her, needing to hurt her. He felt the cum bubbling in his balls and tore his cock free, then slammed it down her asshole. She sobbed louder by did nothing else as he viciously drove his cock down her anal chute with violent strokes.

Then he came, yelling in pleasure and triumph as he poured his juice down the college girl's asshole and let her insides suck it down.

"Now do you understand, SLUT? You're a filthy, worthless little cunt! You're nothing but a fuck hole, three fuck holes, and I'll use whichever one I want, and whatever else you got that I want."

The trembling, shaking girl understood, only too well.

It didn't take him long to find the number in their little brown book. He called up the supply house and used their credit card to order up twenty gallons of horse sperm. He was surprised at how expensive it was, but then, it wasn't his money, was it. He told the man they were going to start a big breeding program and that seemed to satisfy him.

Jessie was upstairs having a bath. He snickered in glee at the thought of the bath she was gonna take when he got the rest of that semen. In the meantime...

He lifted the pipe the girl had called a piece of old junk. He knew very well what it was. It was a cattle prod, and he'd ordered some fresh batteries for it from the farm supply house. He could hardly wait till the little cunt felt it up her snatch.

He thought about inviting some of his friends over, but he didn't want to share the pretty blonde with anyone just yet. Besides, his friends wouldn't be able to pay for her. The only ones who were gonna borrow his pet pussy were people with money. After that last whipping he'd given her he figured she'd do damned near anything he told her to, no matter how disgusting. There wasn't going to be any college for this pussy. He was gonna put her out on the street and make some money off her tight cunt and pretty face.

First, he'd have to fuck up her head more, like those brainwashed guys in Vietnam or Korea. He'd have the little bitch willing to do anything on his say so, make it so she wouldn't even think about trying to leave or disobey, then he'd really be in the money. He'd heard where some of these cunts could pull in a quarter of a million a year.

Of course they all used it up on drugs, or their pimps did. He would get it all though, and get himself a nice penthouse somewhere in New York. He heard a sound out front and ran to the window. A blue car was pulling in the drive.

He ran upstairs fast and burst into the girl's room, then into the bathroom. She looked up in surprise and fear. He grabbed her and jerked her out of the water, deluging the whole floor as he pulled her stumbling into her room.

He took the tape out of his pocket and taped her wrists behind her quickly, then pulled her ankles together and forced them back against her ass, winding the tape around them again and again, then back around her wrists, hog tying her. He heard the door bell and so did she, gasping in surprise.

He quickly pulled the tape up and jerked her head back hard, running the tape over her mouth and around her head several times, then back around her wrists. He didn't even bother to tear the tape off, leaving the roll attached as he ran to the stairs.

"Jessie?" a voice called. It was a female voice.

He edged closer to the stairs as he looked over. There was a girl coming into the living room, looking around in surprise at the pile of electronic goods near the stairs.

"Where are you? Are you here, Jessie?" she called. She looked up the stairs and Jones ducked out of sight. She was an older woman, older than Jessie anyway, maybe by ten years. She had thick, shoulder length brown hair and wore a suit without a tie.

She came up the stairs and Jones ducked back into Jessie's room, standing up behind the door. The woman came straight there, like she knew the layout of the house. She stared in shock at the bound, hog tied form of the naked girl. "Jessie"! she cried, rushing forward. Jones grabbed her from behind, his arm going around her throat to stifle a scream. He gripped her right arm and forced it up behind her back, tightening his arm around her throat as he forced her down to her knees.

She struggled wildly, especially when she ran out of air. But eventually her struggles weakened, then halted. She didn't move as her eyes closed and she went limp. He held her for a few seconds to make sure she wasn't fooling, then let her go.

She fell on her face on the floor and lay still. He stepped over her and ripped the tape away from Jessie's mouth.

"Who's the cunt?" he demanded.

"M... my... my sister, Caitlin," she sobbed.

"What the fuck is she doing here?"

"She's a lawyer. She... she got me a job clerking for a friend of hers. They must have called and told her I didn't show up."

"Shit!" "Is she... is... is she... dead?" she squeaked.

"No, she ain't dead. Not that that matters to you, you stupid whore. I'll kill her if I want to, and you too. Understand?"

She nodded her head in fear, her eyes wide.

"We're just gonna have to do something about this, now ain't we?" he said, his lips turning into a nasty smile.

He took all the tape off the naked blonde and dragged the brunette over his shoulder, carrying her into the master bedroom. Jessie followed anxiously, watching silently as he took off her sister's jacket, then took a pair of panty hose and ripped them in two.

He made Jessie help him as he tied Caitlin's wrists high to the twin bedposts. Caitlin started moaning half way through the job, jerking fitfully as she began to regain consciousness. She opened her eyes and looked at them in confusion, somewhat dazed.

"How ya' doin', Caitlin baby?" he sneered.

"Wha... wha... who... what's... what's going... on?" she moaned.

"You're gonna sure find out, baby," he snickered.

Caitlin stared at him, then at her naked little sister, her eyes getting wider as she looked at Jessie standing there nude.

"Okay, cunt," Jones said, bringing over a portable phone. He'd found it in her car when he'd moved it into the stable.

"You're gonna call your company and tell them your little sister is sick and you're taking a couple of days off to look after her. What's the number?" "Jessie? What's going on?" she demanded. Jones smiled thinly, then punched her hard in the belly. The air whooshed out of her and she gasped and groaned for long minutes before she could recover it.

"I didn't say you could talk to her. This cunt here belongs to me. Nobody talks to it unless I say they can. Now what's the number of your company?"

"Fuck you," she spat. I'm not going to tell you anything."

"No?" He smiled, then gripped Jessie by the hair and stepped behind her. he pulled her head back and slid a sharp knife up against her throat.

"You don't do as I tell you and I'll cut baby sister's pretty throat. Understand, bitch?"

"All right! I'll do it! Don't hurt her!" Jones dialled the number then put it next to her ear, listening closely as she told them the story.

"Now you can call her company and tell them she won't be coming for a few days." She did so, and he hung up, grinning.

"Now we can have us some fun," he laughed. He threw down the knife, his instead sliding up and down Jessie's belly, then going up beneath her right tit, cupping and weighing it, then squeezing tightly as Caitlin watched. He slid his hand down between her legs and started rubbing his fingers up and down between her puffy bald cunt lips.

"What are we gonna do with this whore, baby?" he asked Jessie.

"I don't know," she said dumbly.

"I know," he snickered. He pushed her away and went up to Caitlin, gripping her head from behind. She stared at him in fear as he sneered at her. His right hand slid up her chest and squeezed her tit through her blouse, then he muffled her curses with his mouth, kissing her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth.

He drew back with a curse, then punched her in the face, rocking her back and knocking her feet out from under her. She groaned, hanging for long seconds from her wrists before she could find her feet.

"Fuckin' whore bit me," he snarled. "We'll teach her what happens to cunts who don't behave, won't we slut?" he snapped at Jessie.

"Uh, huh," she said, looking down. He gripped her by the arm and pushed her forward towards her sister. Caitlin was running her tongue over her lower lips which was bleeding a little.

"Take the bitch's clothes off," he ordered.

Her hands moved tentatively to the buttons on Caitlin's shirt and she began to undo them. She didn't look at her sister as she carefully opened her shirt to the beltline. Once it was open she realized she couldn't get it off because her sister's wrists were tied so she just left it hanging open. She undid Caitlin's belt buckle and opened her pants, then tugged them down over her rounded hips, down her smooth, silky thighs, and over her knees to bunch up around her ankles.

She knelt in front of her sister and undid her shoes, taking them off along with her socks, then pulled her pants off. Without looking up, she reached up and gripped Caitlin's panties, tugging them down her legs and off as well.

She stood up, turning to look at Jones.

"Don't forget her shirt and bra," he sneered.

"But... but they won't come off," she said, worriedly. Jones stepped forward and gripped the shirt's collar and ripped the entire back of the shirt off, leaving only one sleeve on her right arm. He gripped her bra and tore it open, then ripped it off as Caitlin yelped in pain.

Caitlin was red with embarrassment now, looking anxiously from Jones to Jessie. She was trying to cross her legs to hide her furry pussy but couldn't do that without hanging from her wrists. She had to stand absolutely straight to keep her feet on the ground.

"Well now, your sis ain't bad, baby," Jones leered. "Nice big fat titties, a nice round ass... " He was standing beside her and slid his right hand down between her legs to cup her pubic mound. "Nice soft pussy too," he sneered.

"You bastard!" Caitlin sobbed. He gripped her hair and she screamed as he pulled her head far back. He jammed his face into her throat and bit down hard, making her cry out again.

"You haven't even begun to see how much of a bastard I can be, slut," he sniggered. He turned to Jessie who was standing there timidly, trying not to look at her naked sister.

"You, whore," he snapped. "Get your ass over here." Jessie shuffled forward.

"Look at these titties. Aren't they nice?" Jessie nodded, embarrassed.

"Nice big nipples too. I wonder how big they get when you suck on them. Let's find out, baby. Start sucking." "Me?" Jessie squeaked.

"Yeah, you, you stupid fucking twat! Suck those nipples!"

Jessie's eyes got round and she reluctantly to see her sister's big tits standing out taut as Jones kept her head back. She was sort of glad he did that so she didn't have to look Caitlin in the eye. She bent and hesitantly took Caitlin's left nipple into her mouth, sucking gently.

"Suck harder, slut. I want to see suction here," he sniggered. "I want teeth marks on that melon meat."

Jessie sucked harder, then cupped Caitlin's big tit as Jones watched. She squeezed and fondled both her sister's titties at his insistence, and moved her tongue all over Caitlin's meaty boobs. She tongued one nipple, then the other, sucking hard until both were erect.

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