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http://www.incesttabooo.com/intruder01.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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