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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Earthquake
Part:
Summary: A psychotic rapist uses the aftermath of an 
earthquake to demonstrate how much he 'loves' the 
object of his obsession.  
Keywords: MF nc oral anal rape ASTEMF

Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories bout forced sex, don't read 
it.
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don't read it.
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story, don't read it.

Copyright (C) 2001 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStores at 
normdeploom dot com'

All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

Earthquake
By
Norm DePloom

The first thing I did when the shaking stopped was to 
look around my apartment to determine the extent of 
the damage.  The second thing I did was to go across 
the street and check on Tillie.  Her real name was 
Matilda, and despite my overwhelming love and 
devotion, she had ignored me for two years and now I 
had an opportunity to prove myself to her.  I figured 
if I rescued her from certain death in an earthquake-
damaged building she really wouldn't care that much 
about a silly little restraining order.  
      
It had all been such a silly mistake to begin with.  I 
was only trying to show her how much I really loved 
her.  I never intended to hurt her in any way.  Now I 
had to seize the opportunity to finally prove my love.

As I hurried across the street I realized how much 
damage had really been done.  Tillie's building was 
leaning precariously to the left.  When I looked back 
across the street I could see that my building was 
leaning almost as far.  I figured my building would be 
safer if I needed someplace to care for Tillie.

The front door to her building was stuck, but gave way 
with a loud grinding noise when I put my weight behind 
it.  I moved quickly up three flights of oddly tilted 
stairs and, finding her door standing open, 
immediately entered and began a search.  I found her 
unconscious and lying on the floor in her bathroom 
with her slacks and panties around her ankles. A heavy 
brass vase on the floor explained her unconscious 
state.

My initial investigation revealed a bump on her head 
where the vase had struck her a viscous blow, and a 
full patch of pubic hair that matched her head hair in 
color.  If I was going to prove my love by caring for 
her I would have to get her back to my apartment 
before she woke up.  Pulling her slacks and panties up 
far enough to cover her bare ass, I picked her limp 
form up from the floor and, staggering a bit under the 
weight, carried her out of her apartment and, with 
several stops to catch my breath, down the three 
flights of oddly tilting stairs.  Once out of the 
building I carried her quickly across the street to my 
apartment building then, with additional rest stops, 
up the stairs, which I now realized, were tilted just 
as strangely as hers had been, to my apartment. 

Tillie moaned loudly and the bedsprings bounced and 
squeaked in protest when, as my arms finally gave out, 
I dropped her on my bed.  I needed to do two things 
immediately, first I had to take her clothes off then 
I needed to tie her to the bed.  Her clothes had to 
come of so I could check her for injuries and I needed 
to tie her to the bed so when she woke up and realized 
where she was she couldn't run off and find the police 
before I'd had a chance to explain things to her.  

That whole silly restraining order came about because 
I wrote her a long letter telling her how much I loved 
her and how I just wanted to make her happy.  Then, 
just because I made a joke at the end of the letter 
and asked her 'would tying you to my bed and whipping 
you into shape be considered a first date?' and she 
got all bent out of shape and called the police.  

OK, OK, the police did find a pair of manacles and a 
whip in my apartment, but it was still just a joke.  
I'd never really whip a girl on our first date, unless 
of course she asked for it, or had been a bitch all 
evening and really deserved it.  All I did was just 
make that one little joke and then I couldn't even 
walk in front of her building without crossing to the 
other side of the street first.  Well, now she's going 
to learn the truth about how much I love her.

I quickly pulled her clothes the rest of the way off, 
and had secured one wrist and both of her ankles with 
the manacles that I'd had permanently attached to my 
bed for just this sort of occasion when she suddenly 
woke up.  She looked around the room, still in 
somewhat of a daze, then down at her naked body.  She 
pulled experimentally at the chains holding her feet, 
then finally saw me on the other side of the bed and 
screamed.  I let her scream, cuss, and call for help 
while I wrestled her last arm down to the bed and 
secured it with a manacle around her wrist.  Such 
language from a lady, I'll have to teach her not to 
talk like that.  By this time I was tired of the noise 
and reached for the duct tape I always keep handy.  
Hey did you know that duct tape is like 'The Force'?  
It's got a light side and a dark side and it holds the 
Universe together.  Right now it was going to hold 
Tillie's mouth shut while I examined her for injuries. 
She shook her head back and forth trying to keep me 
from applying the tape.  She just did not understand 
that I had to do this for her own good.  I grabbed a 
handful of her hair and, holding her head still, 
silenced her begging with the tape over her mouth.  

"Now," I announced once I had her silent undivided 
attention, "I have to examine you to see if you have 
any injuries."  I really could not understand the look 
of terror in her eyes, I was just trying to help her.  
When I felt her body she jerked at the restraints and 
tried to move her body away from my hands.  Since she 
refused to believe that I was only interested in 
taking care of her I was forced to reprimand her 
mildly across her cheeks twice with my open hand.  
After that she laid still and trembled with excitement 
as I ran my hands over her naked body.  

OK, I admit it, I spent more time then strictly 
necessary making sure her breasts and nipples were 
free from injury, but she has to understand that it 
was all done out of loving concern for her well being.  
After working my way down from her wrists to the top 
of her pubic hair I switched to her feet and worked my 
way up her legs.  She trembled more and more violently 
as tears streamed from her eyes and ran into her hair.

As my hands moved up her legs I assured Tillie of my 
undying love and devotion.  When I got up to her 
crotch I gave in to temptation and pushed my finger 
inside her.  Tillie squealed and jerked against the 
chains like I'd stuck a red hot rod into her.  I 
turned it into a fun game, seeing how far she would 
bounce off the bed every time I pushed my fingers 
inside her.  I kept it up until she got tired and, 
deciding to quit playing, just laid there no matter 
how many fingers I pushed in or how hard I pushed 
them.  

"Well," I announced setting on the edge of the bed and 
letting my hand rest on her trembling thigh, "I don't 
see any signs of obvious injury."  I let my hand move 
slowly over her smooth skin.  "I'd better keep you 
here for observation anyway."  A moan came from deep 
inside Tillie's throat, I can only assume that she 
appreciated my single-minded dedication to her well 
being.  The apartment rocked and rolled with loud 
creaks and groans as the first aftershock hit.  

"If I'm going to have time to demonstrate my love for 
you before this building comes tumbling down on top of 
us, I'd better get busy.  You know," I picked up a 
couple of lengths of rope, "laying flat on your back 
is not really a good position for me to demonstrate my 
love for you."  I formed a slip knot in one end of the 
first piece of rope and slipped it over her left foot 
then, after looping the rope over the bedpost on the 
headboard I removed the manacle on her ankle and 
pulled on the free end of the rope stretching her leg 
up and to the side.  Tillie screamed her appreciation 
for my efforts. I tied the rope off with a nifty self 
locking slip knot that I learned in the Boy Scouts 
that allowed me to adjust the tension holding her leg 
without untying it, then I did the same thing with her 
other leg.  Now her crotch was open and available for 
me to demonstrate my love.  Standing beside the bed I 
rapidly removed my clothing.  My cock had been hard 
since I had decided to rescue the woman I loved and it 
needed to be released, besides, Tillie needed to see 
my love with her own eyes.  Her eyes grew wide and she 
pleaded with me unintelligibly through the duct tape. 

"Don't worry," I assured her stroking my hard cock 
with one hand and caressing her warm soft skin with 
the other, "I'll show you how much I love you soon 
enough."  I picked up a permanent marker and walked 
over to the only wall left in my apartment that did 
not have several large cracks running through it.  

"You know the poem 'How do I love you, let me count 
the ways'?" I asked looking back over my shoulder 
before turning to the wall and writing as high up on 
the wall as I could reach 'HOW DO I LOVE YOU LET ME 
COUNT THE WAYS'.  Under that I wrote '1-COCK IN CUNT'.  
I looked back over at Tillie, she was screaming in 
ecstasy and already making orgasmic fuck motions with 
her hips.  I joined Tillie on the bed and, using both 
hands to spread her cunt open, leaned over and inhaled 
her odor.  

"I hope," I said looking her directly in the eyes, 
"that you've been saving this for me."  I raised 
myself up and pushed my cock into her.  Tillie's whole 
body stiffened then began jerking as she pulled 
against the ropes and chains.  It my have looked like 
she was trying to fight me off but I know the truth.  
She was so excited, and so eager for my love that all 
I had to do was hang on and ride her crotch like it 
was a bucking bronco.  

My god was she hot and tight.  I know we had our 
little misunderstanding, but I just new, even before I 
pushed my 'love rod' into her that she had saved 
herself for me.  I could only truly love a chaste 
woman.  I don't know what I would have done if Tillie 
had turned out to be a loose-pussied slut.

First I sucked on her nipples while we fucked then, 
when we really got into it, I started biting her 
nipples harder and harder.  Every time I'd bite one of 
her nipples she'd scream in pleasure and buck her hips 
to fuck herself harder and deeper on my cock.  I held 
myself deep inside her and, while I sucked blood from 
her right nipple, my cock twitched violently and 
pumped my liquid love into her eagerly waiting cunt.   
After I came I rolled off her body laid next to her 
with my hand resting casually on her pussy while I 
caught my breath and watched a thin line of blood ooze 
from her mangled nipple and down the side of her right 
breast.

The intensity of my love left Tillie's body wracked 
with sobs.  After catching my breath I jumped up from 
the bed with renewed energy.  Grabbing the marker I 
put a large check mark next to '1-COCK IN CUNT' then 
below that wrote '2-COCK IN ASS' I turned to look at 
my love waiting for me on the bed and saw her shaking 
her head 'no' with a look of terror in her eyes.  She 
still just did not understand.

My cock was already getting hard again so I climbed 
onto the bed and, standing over Tillie so she would 
have an even better view, slowly stroked my love into 
full erection.  Then I knelt and, while continuing to 
slowly stroke the entire length of my cock with my 
left hand, pushed two fingers on my right hand deeply 
into her well-fucked pussy.  

I pulled my cum laden fingers from her pussy and 
gently rubbed it onto her quivering ass hole.  I 
repeated the process several times before I worked my 
fingertip into her tightly closed puckered hole. I 
worked slowly and patiently repeatedly moving my 
finger back to her cunt for more lubrication as I 
worked it deeper and deeper into her sweet virgin ass.  
Just as I reached full penetration with one finger and 
was about to add a second another, stronger, after 
shock rocked the building.  I'll tell you it was 
really strange sitting on the bed as it rocked back 
and forth with my finger stuck all the way up Tillie's 
backside.  When the building stopped rocking part of 
the ceiling was hanging down into the room.

"I really wanted to take my time," I told Tillie, "and 
do this right," I pulled my finger out of her and 
positioned myself to replace it with my hard cock, 
"but it looks like I better get on with this before 
the building comes down on our heads."  I pushed hard, 
and watched her face grimace in pain while her 
sphincter muscle slowly gave way under my determined 
attack and allowed my cockhead entry into her 
stretching ass.  I stopped and rested while her 
sphincter, which was holding my cockhead inside her 
rectum, put the most deliciously erotic pressure on my 
cock shaft just where it joins the head.  

Tillie was, once again, pulling at her bonds trying to 
make my demonstration of love more pleasurable for 
both of us.  I was touched by this demonstration of 
her love for me.  Crouching over so I could work on 
her nipples again I began my final assault on her 
tender virgin ass.  Since I didn't have time to 
prepare or lubricate her sufficiently it took several 
minutes of backing part way out and thrusting in 
again, throwing my weight behind it each time, to 
achieve total penetration. 

Just as I 'hit bottom' in Tillie's marvelously tight 
ass another aftershock hit.  I felt small pieces of 
plaster hitting my back as I pulled my cock almost all 
the way out and slammed it back into her.  When the 
building stopped swaying I let go of her bloody nipple 
and looked up into her tear streaked, screaming face.

"Did the earth move for you too?"  I guess she was too 
overcome with passion to laugh at my little joke.  
Since I'd already cum once just a few minutes earlier 
I knew I was going to be able to give her a marathon 
experience of my nipple chewing ass slamming love.  I 
settled into a steady rhythm pumping my hard cock in 
and out of her ass, making the bed bang loudly against 
the wall with each thrust into her quivering body 
while I bit and chewed on her nipples, breasts and up 
onto her neck, pausing to suck and drink her blood 
whenever I broke her skin.  I have no idea how long I 
fucked Tillie's ass and drank her blood, but when I 
finally came, holding my twitching cock deep inside 
her now well used ass while I emptied my cum into her 
bowels, I ripped a chunk of flesh from her right 
breast with my teeth which I chewed and ate in my 
orgasmic ecstasy.  I rested on top of her with my 
softening cock still buried deep inside her for a few 
minutes before climbing off and, picking up the 
marker, put a big check mark in front of '2-COCK IN 
ASS' then I put a big smiley face to the right and 
wrote 'GREAT FUCK' beside it.  I turned to face the 
bed and noticed that my love was staring up at the 
ceiling with a vacant look on her face.  

"Oh dear," I said as I walked across the room and 
stepped over a large crack that had appeared in the 
floor to get into the bathroom.  I returned with a 
bottle of isopropyl alcohol.  "I must tend to your 
wounds."  Tillie's breasts, chest, shoulders and neck 
were covered with bleeding wounds.  A little alcohol 
got her attention again.  Just to be safe I poured the 
entire bottle on her injuries.  

"It's for your own good."  I reminded her when the 
duct tape muffled scream died down.  "You can't be too 
cautious with these earthquake related wounds."  I 
retrieved the marker and, returning to the wall, wrote 
'3-COCK IN MOUTH'.  Then I walked back to the bed and, 
grabbing a corner that had already come loose yanked 
the tape off Tillie's mouth.  

"You mother fucking shit eating cock sucking..."  
While Tillie spewed her hateful venom I retrieved a 
handy little device I'd had the foresight to purchase 
and have hanging on the back of the headboard.  
Shaking my head with sadness because she still just 
did not understand, I slipped the device into her 
mouth and had the strap buckled before she realized 
what was happening.  "...you stick your cock in my 
mouth and I'll bite it off."  That last part was 
garbled but understandable as she tried to talk around 
my device.  Holding a handful of her hair to keep her 
head still I operated the lever attached to the 
ratchet mechanism with the other.  With each click of 
the ratchet Tillie's mouth was forced open just a 
little more.  When I was satisfied that I would have 
no problem fitting between her titanium and plastic 
covered teeth I stopped pumping the small lever and, 
leaving my open mouthed victim on the bed, headed for 
the kitchen.  I came back with a can of coke, a bottle 
of whisky and some slices of cold pizza.  As I ate the 
pizza I made a game of trying to figure out exactly 
what it was that Tillie was trying to say.  After my 
last bite I picked Tillie's blouse up from the floor 
and, after wiping my hands, looked down at my crotch.

"Considering where this is going next," I said while 
giving my cock and balls a good wipe down with her 
blouse, "I better clean it up a bit."  Tillie made 
more incomprehensible babbling.  

"What's that you say?"  I picked up the whisky bottle 
and pored her mouth full.  "You want a drink?"   She 
swallowed a couple of times then coughed and choked, 
spewing whisky all over her front.  I immediately 
leaned over and licked it from her breasts; a new game 
had been born.  By the time I tired of licking whisky 
from her body the bed all around her was soaked, the 
apartment smelled like a cheap bar and there was only 
about two inches left in the bottom of the bottle.    
But the game had served it purpose and my cock was 
hard and ready for more fucking.    

The urgency of having a hard cock was amplified by 
additional tremors shaking my already not very stable 
apartment.  Climbing onto the foot of the bed I pulled 
Tillie as far down towards the end of the bed as I 
could, stretching her arms, and the chains that held 
them, tight.  I didn't bother to loosen the ropes 
holding her ankles, leaving her instead bent in half 
at the waist.  Using her upturned legs for handrails I 
stepped around her bruised, bleeding body to lower 
myself over her head, preparing to fuck her open 
waiting mouth.  

I must have spent an hour repeatedly forcing my cock 
into her throat, then holding it there until she 
bounced and struggled for air, before pulling it out 
and letting her get a gasp or two of breath.  I really 
was amazed by how much fight she still had in her.  As 
I was overcome with orgasmic feelings I pushed myself 
deep into her throat and held it there while my hips 
jerked repeatedly slamming my crotch against her face.  
Having already cum twice in a relatively short time I 
had practically no more semen to give her, but the cum 
despite the lack of jizz was the most intense of the 
day, leaving my head spinning while I hung onto her 
thighs for balance.  

Climbing over her legs I sat on the edge of the bed 
and watched her body for signs of life.  After an 
amazingly long time her body jerked and her chest 
heaved sucking in a lung full of air, followed by an 
eerie scream from her semi-permanently opened mouth.  
After placing a big check mark by '3-COCK IN MOUTH' I 
picked my clothes up from the floor and got dressed.  
Walking back over to my bed, I ran my hand gently over 
her trembling thigh.

"I really wish I had more time to prove my love to 
you."  As I spoke I moved my hand down her thigh and 
gently explored her upturned cunt and ass.  "But I'm 
afraid this old building is about to come tumbling 
down and I'm going to have to leave you now."  She 
babbled incoherently and begged me with her eyes not 
to leave her.  "I know, I know," I assured her, "you 
want me to stay and continue demonstrating my love, 
but it's time for me to leave."  

While I was talking a couple of my fingers had slipped 
into Tillie's pussy, I pulled them out and picked up 
the almost empty whiskey bottle.  Upending the bottle 
I pushed its neck into her vagina and watched the last 
two inches of whiskey gurgle into her.  

"Whether you're rescued, or the building collapses on 
you, in a few minutes you'll be too drunk to care," I 
turned and walked to the bedroom door, "drunk by 
douche, how unique."  I waved and left the room.  I 
hurried down the stairs, and was picking my way around 
rubble in the street when the next after shock made 
the pavement heave under my feet.  I turned and 
watched as the building I'd just left collapsed a 
little more.  As soon as the ground stopped moving I 
walked down the street without another look back.

Was Tillie rescued?  Or did she die in a collapsing 
building?  I don't know, and I no longer care.  It had 
become obvious to me that Tillie was nothing more than 
a whore who could never really understand how much I 
loved her, no matter how many times I demonstrated it 
to her. 

I'm living in a different city now, and I have a new 
love.  I watch her from my bedroom window when she 
leaves her blinds open to tease me.  I've got the bed 
and the manacles, my duct tape is ready.  I'm going to 
take my time, there's not going to be an earthquake 
rushing me.  I'm going to show her how much I love her 
over and over and over and over...
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