SOME LIKE IT DIFFERENT
			 by
			POC
			
Linda Martin Sanders is a lovely woman at thirty-two with natural red 
hair and only a moderate amount of freckles normally associated with 
most true redheads, and she is also fortunate enough not to be nearly 
as sensitive to the harsh rays of the sun as most other fair skinned 
people, as she does so enjoy being outdoors.
She stands a smart five feet seven inches tall and had been endowed 
with what men consider blessed, and most woman (with them), 
considered cursed, with ample breasts. Her breasts measure forty 
two Ds, and have been a minor social problem for her ever since high 
school days. Before getting to know her most high school boy's  just 
assumed she was an 'easy lay.' After all anybody built like she was 
just had to be an 'easy lay' right? Thinking back on it now, perhaps it 
was only wishful thinking on their part. 
If nothing else it had been difficult in the early years after she started 
to blossom. It was even difficult to discern if a young suitor really 
wanted to date her, or just wanted to score. In later years a mans true 
intent became much easier to recognize. 
Summing it up, in Linda's mind large breasts were without question 
not a blessing, they had made growing up a more difficult task, they 
were uncomfortable (especially in the summer) they made buying a 
swim suit that looked good next too impossible, and she had even been 
told by a doctor once that they could be a cause for back problems. The 
back problem thing had been confirmed lately by the occasional back 
ache she incurred from time to time. That same doctor had mildly 
suggested reduction surgery, but withstanding all of the penalties she 
had never really considered the reduction surgery a serious option, 
even now into adult life, where working around men was without fail 
wearisome at times, there were other times when they were okay. Yeah, 
other times they were quite okay. Still, Linda on occasion did wish men 
didn't have such a damn fixation with breasts.
  Linda maintained a slim waist at twenty eight inches, and nicely 
trimmed hard thighs below her compact thirty six inch hips. Keeping 
her body in shape was not inherent however, she had to work at it at 
least three times a week to fend off that 'over thirty flab' that permeated 
inside of everything she enjoyed eating. Linda was also very proud 
of the fact that during her six years of marriage she had not allowed her 
figure to 'go-to-hell-in-a-hand-basket'. She had worked to stay fit the 
entire time, and then that son-of-a-bitch she had married went and 
screwed around with that cheesy little slut at his office. Linda never 
could fully understand that, the girl was such a mousy little shit. Well 
go figure....
After discovering her spouse was having the long time ongoing affair 
with the mousy office Bimbo, life turned into a very mentally stressful 
divorce. Linda like so many other women had little, if any tolerance of 
her mate screwing around, especially considering she had remained 
absolutely faithful to all her marriage vows. That had been a little over 
a year ago and Linda was doing better now. 
 Linda still lived in the large two story home Ron and she had planned on 
raising a family in. Now after the divorce it was certainty much too large 
for a single person but it was all she had gotten out of the marriage, and 
somehow it pleased her knowing 'he' had to help pay for it. The income 
she received as a lead accountant's assistant, at one of the larger 
accounting and stock broker firms, along with the monthly alimony 
'he' had to send was just enough to pay the bills and keep up with the 
home. "Someday I'm going to sell this place, its just to big for me." she 
always told herself, Someday, but not today.
Her one regret was, after four years of trying with Ron she had not become 
pregnant. She had wanted a child so badly and had even consulted with a 
specialist. The tests' results could not confirm any physical reason for 
Linda's infertility, and the doctor strongly suggested Ron come by for 
similar tests. Needless to say Ron would not hear of it, telling Linda, "I'm 
positive I'm fine, the timing just hasn't been right. It'll happen. Just give it 
time." Reflecting back on it now, Linda wasn't surprised that she had not 
gotten pregnant, he probably overworked all of his sperm cells fucking that 
little mousy trollop at the office. By the time he got home all his little sperm 
cells were hanging around in his scrotum sitting in wheelchairs or needing 
crutches. The bastard!
 It was Friday afternoon on an exceptionally warm summer day. Linda 
had dressed in a light flower patterned summer skirt and an equally light 
white blouse, in an effort to stay cool in the summer's heat. This 
wardrobe was somewhat distinct for her in that it was not dark and 
formless looking like almost every thing else she wore in a subconscious 
effort to obscure her large breasts and curvaceous figure.
	
She had just returned from shopping at the super market and was putting 
away groceries when she thought she heard the front door open. "Had she 
not closed it well when she carried in the groceries?" Not likely, making 
sure the door was shut had become somewhat of a ritual ever since her 
neighbors, Thaya and Mark Lawrence had gotten that puppy.  Now, six 
months later that cute little puppy was ready for a saddle and a career 
with the rodeo. The dog was in the habit of escaping from his yard and 
any time it found Linda's door open it was an invitation to enter and 
make himself at home. After one of the dogs uninvited visit's Linda had 
found a large territory marker of his which left a nasty stain on the 
carpet just under the stairway banister. After that Linda had become very 
mindful to make sure the door was always closed. 
But it wasn't really the dog that Linda minded as much as the 
uncomfortable feeling she got every time she returned him to Mark and 
Thaya's. She began getting the distinct impression that Mark was coming 
on to her ever since her separation, and she definitely didn't need that 
sort of problem at this juncture in her life. Besides, she and Ron had been 
close friends with Mark and Thaya before the divorce, and she still 
thought of Thaya as a friend. So she made it a point that any time 
associated with Mark was limited to the minimum required to just remain 
social.    
 
 She turned toward the noise dropping the bread she was holding onto the 
counter, when she felt a large hand grab her shoulder.
"AHHHHH!!!!" Linda screamed as a cold chill shot through her body.
Linda whipped around in fear to find a man wearing a Zorro mask 
standing behind her. "Who... what.... Please....," Linda spoke out 
breathlessly trying to regain her composure. "Please... You can have 
all my money... anything, just don't hurt me.." she added hopeful that
money was all he wanted..
"Listen! I've got nothing to loose," he replied in a raspy voice. He 
stepped closer to Linda causing her to back up against the counter and 
grabbed her wrists. His black eyes behind the mask stared straight at 
Linda without blinking and he took a deep, audible breath. "I believe 
you have something I want," he stated evenly without emotion.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Linda responded, wrestling 
her wrists free from his grip.
"Don't act stupid," he said irritably. "just think about what you have I 
might want." The man was now inches away from Linda. He pinned her 
feet down, digging his hard shoes into her sneakers.
"You're hurting me," Linda cried as tears began to well up in her eyes.
He pressed her against the counter, holding her arms with his powerful 
hands. Linda was sweating with fear and she could barely catch her 
breath as she watched the man in the mask leering over her, looking up 
and down her body. 
"What next, you bastard, rape?" she spoke out defiantly.
In one swift, violent movement, the man ripped open her blouse, and 
ripped it apart exposing Linda's cleavage above her brassiere, then 
with his other hand he pulled out an eight inch long hunting knife from 
a sheath strapped on his belt.
 
Streams of sweat began pouring down the insides of her arms, her heart 
pounded furiously, and she could barely breathe, managing only short 
gasps of air, as the masked man stared almost as if transfixed at her 
round breasts which were now generously exposed and rested 
precariously atop her brassier.
 
"Jesus, you've got some big tits there," he whispered more to himself 
than to Linda. He yanked his eyes away from her cleavage and looked 
into her face. "Christ, when I said you had something I wanted I was 
hoping you had some expensive jewelry or something hidden away. I 
never expected you were hiding a set of jugs like this under that blouse. 
Man!"
"Please...." Linda begged, "I do have some jewelry hidden away. Take
it all, I don't care. You can have it. Just.... Just don't... Please... Don't 
hurt me." She twisted to one side trying to get away from him.
He thrust her against an upper cabinet. Linda felt the corner of the dish 
cabinet cut into her shoulder blades as the man stepped right up to her. 
"Don't pull away from me." he whispered violently.
Linda's heart was pounding and she could barely breathe. "Don't do 
this! Take what you want then just get out. Please," she replied boldly.
The mans nostrils flared as he stared Linda down. "You don't even
know what it is I want." He explained furiously. "Tell me, tell me what 
you have that's worth the taking."
"My jewelry... I have the jewelry..." Linda offered. 
"What kind of jewelry?" He asked as he slowly slid his finger in a 
straight line down from her lips over her chin and along the top of her 
throat ending in a circle inside the deep cleavage of her breasts. 
Linda closed her eyes and took in a sharp breath with renewed fright 
as she felt an unwanted electric current radiate throughout her body 
causing the tiny hairs on her skin to stand up.
He moved his hand down and began slowly massaging her right 
breast through the fabric of her bra.
"Please... Please don't do that." She pleated feeling him pinch her
nipple between two of his fingers, which sent another spark along 
her spine. "You don't need to do this. You can have the jewelry.... 
and money. I have some money."
"What kind of jewelry?" He repeated slipping his hand up under the 
bra cup and feeling the flesh of her large orb on his skin.
Linda flinched as the man pressed his hand onto the bare flesh of her
nipple. He must have detected her movement because he brought the 
knife up and pressed the sharp tip under her left eye. Linda became 
so petrified with the feel of the cold steel on her skin she ceased all 
movement allowing him full freedom to her chest.
As he rubbed, pinched and twisted her nipple like some unnatural 
ritual, Linda's mind raced wildly thinking of anything she might do 
to stop the assault as quickly as possible, she knew what he would
want next and that thought petrified her.. 
The stranger must have sensed something because suddenly he said, 
"Don't get any cute ideas about yelling or nothing. This knife will cut 
the scream right out of your throat before you can say anything. You 
just let me have my little feel of these big ass tittys of yours and 
everything will be fine. okay?" He pressed the knife against her cheek
a little harder as a reminder. Linda managed to nod.
He moved his hand from under the right bra cup to under the left bra 
cup and began kneading that breast with the same enthusiasm he had 
shown the other. 
Linda heard his breath become faster, and less regular, and because her 
eyes were downcast with shame she saw his manhood begin to press 
against his jeans at it became ridged with sexual excitement.
"Oh God! Oh God!" She thought, "I'm going to be raped! She 
desperately tried to remember anything she had read, or seen on 
television concerning what to do in case of rape. But the only thing that 
came to mind was "Don't fight back." She remembered hearing from 
somewhere that fighting back was only more likely to get a woman 
killed. That wasn't good enough! She didn't want to be raped! She 
needed information that would stop it! End it! Where was that 
information? Just the thought of being raped terrorized her. She 
couldn't deal with it. She had to try something, she managed to 
swallow and work a little saliva inside her mouth making it possible for 
her to speak, "Ah.. Look. What about that jewelry? And... I have that 
money here too, about a hundred dollars," her voice broke with fear 
but she continued on, "Ah.. if that isn't enough, I can get some more 
out of the bank, they're still open. We just need to go down there." Her 
voice was now miserably pleading with him.
  
He pulled his hand out from under her bra and said, "A hundred lousy 
bucks. Oh wow! What about that jewelry?"
Linda wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, "Well.... let's see.. Ah... 
there's my wedding band set and a few other rings... their all real gold. 
Ah.. a real nice pearl  necklace and.... Oh, yes, a sterling silver tea set 
and...."
He cut her words off with a wave of the knife, "Okay, you got anyplace
where I can lock you up." 
"Oh, thank God!" Linda's mind felt relief, "He's just going to lock me 
up, ransack the house for the money and valuables, then leave before 
he gets caught." She was more than willing to let him take anything 
he wanted. 
"Sur...su...sure..." She finally said, "Upstairs. Come on I'll show you." 
Her voice still quivered with fright, but when she twisted slightly to her 
left he allowed her to move away from him, then hurrying as quickly 
as she could,  relieved just getting away from his filthy touch, she led 
the way upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms. She had converted this 
particular room into a sewing room. The previous owner of the home 
for one reason or another had used a keyed locking knob on the door
which she was in the habit of leaving the key inside the lock.
Once inside the sewing room however, the man did not just lock Linda 
in by herself. Instead he entered the room after her, then locked the door 
behind him.
Linda gulped in air feeling the momentary relief she had felt downstairs 
vanish , "Aaaa..... the money... it's downstairs, ah, in my handbag on the 
kitchen counter?" She tried to smile, "I can tell you where to find the
jewelry... that'll make it easier for you." 
 "Yeah, yeah, I'll get the money and the other stuff.... but first I just got 
to have me a real good look at them big tittys. God their whoppers!" He 
said as a little saliva formed at the corners of his mouth and  sweat 
started soaking through his shirtsleeves.
Linda panicked, "No, please, no, please don't...." She pleaded as tears 
began to flow down her cheeks. 
 "Come on! Damn it!, I said I want to see your tits! So don't screw with 
me." He slapped Linda across the face for effect.
For a moment she just stood there desperately trying to think, yet not 
wanting to think about what was happening but the sting she felt from
his slap was a constant reminder. 
He was not to be denied any longer as he reached over and grabbed 
Linda by the hair and yanked down doubling her over. "Come on! Damn 
it!" He yelled letting her go. "Free them big knockers from that halter, 
I want to have me a real good look at um." 
Linda gazed out the open window and could smell fresh cut grass as 
she reached behind her back and unfastened the bra hook. She thought 
about the many times she had looked out this very window never 
dreaming that she would someday despise the view. 
The masked man gawked at her exposed breasts, noticing they drooped
ever so slightly, not from age but from sheer weight and the force of 
gravity. He saw her aureoles were a delicate soft shade of brown 
prevalent to fair haired women and her slightly darker colored large 
nipples stood out proudly off her bosoms, with only an occasional 
freckle to blemish the smooth flesh on her breasts and chest.
He stood, just looking at her breasts for several long moments, then he
slowly walked toward her. He stuffed the knife into the waistband of his 
jeans and took both of her breasts into his hands, kneading the soft flesh. 
Linda was unable to control her tears, she closed her eyes and could feel 
the warmth of the sun's rays through the window while his rough sweaty 
hands fondled her orbs. She tried to remembered other nights of passion
with someone she cared about enjoying the feeling of flesh upon her 
breasts.
She felt his lips closed around her left breast and he sucked lightly. His 
tongue slid back and forth on the little bud, and Linda could feel it 
involuntarily hardening. For long seconds his mouth slid round and 
round her nipple, suckling, licking, nibbling. His hands were still on 
both breasts, and he was stroking her right breast, while squeezing 
her left, which was still in his mouth.
Linda shuddered, a hot flash moved through her body, as that hot,
dark center between her legs started to burn with an unwanted lust. 
She stood there, unmoving, her hands limp at her sides, as the 
stranger worked his mouth over one, then the other breast, mouthing 
the nipples, sucking, sliding his tongue over and over the smooth, soft 
breast flesh.
He straightened, and when she opened her eyes he was looking deep 
into hers. His breathing  became hard, and Linda was uncertain of 
herself. Then he kissed her. At first it was soft, as soft as air sliding 
across lips. Then as seconds passed and Linda didn't scream or push 
him away, his lips moved more hungrily, pressed against hers more
demandingly. 
Linda felt her nipples grow rock hard, and stiffened even more as she
rubbed and ground them against his chest. His tongue shot into her
mouth, and twined with hers as his hands slid up and down her back
with desperate urgency.
His hands pressed on her back and shoulders and hugged her against 
him. Their bodies began moving together and Linda felt guilt and 
shame for having such feelings of desire brought on by this depraved 
sick individual but she couldn't control herself. Then what he did next 
snapped her back into reality and the nightmare she had been fearing 
came true. He slipped his hand beneath her dress and caressed the inside 
of her thigh, she threw her head back and closed her eyes in a spasm of 
fear "God! Don't let this happen!," she cried to herself and when she 
opened her eyes, she could see the stucco on the ceiling that now 
resembled the confines of purgatory itself. 
His hand  enclose over her mound and squeeze and he massaged her 
through the outside of her under pants. She felt a hot flash that quickly 
turned into a cold shiver when she realized he could feel the dampness 
between her legs.
He withdrew his hand from under her skirt and backed away slightly. 
"Take off your skirt and panties, lets see what you've got under there." 
he demanded softly.
"Oh God! Oh God! This is it!" Her mind yelled at her, "What am I
going to do?!" 
She was attempting to collected enough strength and will power to make 
a lunge at him when apparently he either sensed something or she just 
wasn't fast enough. "Don't even think about it." He said coldly bringing 
out the knife once again and holding it up. "Strip!" 
Looking at the knife in his hand drained all the will to fight back she 
had so bravely put together just seconds before, and without having any
tears left to flow she reached behind her back and unfastened the button 
at the top of her skirt, then pulled down the zipper and let the skirt fall 
down around her ankles.
 
He grinned down at her and mockingly said, "You want to pull your 
panties down, or do you want me to do it?"
Linda didn't take notice of his words or of his grin, and she slipped 
her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down past 
her long shapely legs.
He looked at for a long time standing naked before him, spending a lot 
of time stared into her crotch, and she felt a momentary hot flash of 
embarrassment surged through her at such intimacy, then he said, 
"Step out of um, then turn around."
She used her foot to secure her skirt and panties and stepped out of them 
then she turned away from him as he had told her.
She heard his muted footsteps on the carpet as he came toward her, then
she felt him press his chest into her back. One of his hands moved around 
her body and covered her mound. His fingers flexed allowing the silky light 
auburn colored pubic hairs to slide in-between his fingers as he gently 
massaged her knoll.
"Spread your legs." He demanded squeezing her harder.
She opened her thighs and understood the true meaning of violation. 
One of his fingers pushed past her nether lips and entered her 
womanhood, then a second finger joined the first and his breathing
became faster, "Oh yeah... Aaa.." he grunted as his fingers slid in and 
out of her most private part. " I bet ya like that. Huh baby? Oh yeah."
She felt shame both for knowing his fingers moved easily inside her 
as wet as she was, and because, in spite of that shame, when he 
pressed, then rubbed along her clit she felt her body growing hotter 
and hotter, throwing her mind into a turmoil of (God help her) carnal 
thoughts and feelings.
When she realized herself unwittingly squatting down to meet the 
upward thrusts of his fingers, attempting to get more of him inside her 
she fought her lust in disgust, appalled that she could find any pleasure 
in being violated as she was. 
Despite her own self loathing she was just on the verge of a climax 
when he pulled out of her. "I gotta have me some of that," He told her,
"lean forward over that dresser. I'm going to take you from behind so I 
can watch them big tits bouncing in the mirror while I'm pumping into 
you."
 
He pushed her toward the dresser and she leaned forward resting the 
palms of her hands on the dressers edge while her feet remained several 
feet farther back.
 She looked up into the mirror and saw his reflection as he approached her 
from behind and a fresh supply of tears found their way to her eyes. She 
heard the roar of the snaps on his jeans as they were unfastened, and 
in the mirror she saw his member was huge and fiercely erect. She 
continued to watch his reflection in horror as he pressed his manhood 
against the tight opening of her sex to gain entry. 
He pushed his meat up inside the length of  her tunnel, pulled back and 
then plunged it down again, burying the head deep inside of her. Then he
started to move his hips forward and back, ramming his tool into her with
a great deal of enjoyment and gusto.
"Like it baby?" he taunted, reaching around and squeezing her right breast 
tight and twisting it around brutally. Linda cried out in pain and he twisted
it the other way, seemingly enjoying her torment. He was driving his rod 
into her with tremendous power, the slick, hard pole moving up and down 
and in and out in of her slit like a car piston.
His hard hips were slamming against her backside with such jarring force,
the palms of her hands were becoming sore from the pressure, but he 
continued pumping into her then looking at her over her shoulder in the 
mirror. He yelled, "God! Look at them tits bounce now. Look at um baby,
look at um bounce."
She focused her eyes on her breast in the mirror and watched them slam 
against her chest with each forward thrust and they had a sexually 
simulating effect on her. She looked at the masked face in the mirror of 
the man that was violating her and saw a look of his exultant triumph, 
of conquest in his eyes.
she watched the mirror with a strange mixture of horror, excitement 
and even eroticism as the man behind her continued forcibly raping her.
He continued pumping into her and Linda felt her body flood 
with sexual stimuli, which set her nerve endings into tingling and 
spasming heat. She began to shiver then she was sent over the edge 
into a tremendous, mind shattering orgasm.
She twitched and pushed back frantically on his tool penetrating her 
body taking it as deep as she could, reveling in the charge of her 
guilt ridden cum. Her head twisted back and forth as her body  poured 
out energy. Hot flooding sexual energy, and her hands came up of they're 
own volition, and seized her own breasts, squeezing repeatedly.
The man behind her reached across her hip and drove his finger 
across her clit, then slowly worked it down along her slit. Up and 
down it moved rubbing over her clit, then slipping along her crack.
Faster and faster the finger moved along her sex canal and Linda
came again, with even more intensely than the first time. She 
whimpered in denial as the floodgates opened inside of her and a 
massive tidal rush of ecstatic sexual power rushed forth, enveloping 
her body from top to bottom in an electrifying roar of sensations just
as the stranger took a solid grip around her waist and cried out in his
own carnal ecstasy, "Ohhh.... Goddddd.... Aaaaa..," then she felt him 
spewing his seed deep inside her womb. After his orgasm was finished 
she collapsed in exhaustion across the dresser top.  
The man backed away from her and Linda slipped down onto the floor.
The stranger pulled up his jeans and silently left the room, leaving 
Linda laying on the floor curled up in a fetal position.
Ten minutes later the man in the Zorro mask returned, minus the mask 
holding a bottle of Corona beer in each of his hands. "Yo. Linda." He 
called out, "Get up babe. I brought you a cold one."
Linda looked up from the floor, a wicked smile crossed her face as she 
said, "Damn, Roger. That was really good this time. I swear to Christ, I 
really got into it. That felt just like the real thing, you were a robber 
rapist for real! Now, next time I'll be the Leather Goddess of Probos 
and you'll........."
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