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http://www.incesttabooo.com/intruder.html
The Intruder
Part 1
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.
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