By: Monica
Chapter One: Taken By Surprise
“Grams, it’s me, Anita!” the 18 year old brunette called out again after knocking on the front door.
Still no answer and she began to worry about her 72 year old grandmother. She began to panic thinking something had happened to her only living relative; wondered if she had fallen or worse. Her heart raced when she touched the doorknob and found it unlocked. Slowly she opened the door, stepped inside and placed her backpack and the basket of food upon the coffee table in the living room.
Anita had just lost her parents six months earlier in a tragic automobile accident and the thought of losing her grandmother would surely put her over the edge. She called out again but in a softer voice as she made her way through the house. Finally the only room left was her grandmother’s bedroom and she drew a deep breath before stepping inside.
“Grams!” she said after discovering the elderly woman in her rocking chair with her hands and ankles bound with rope.
“Finally you’re here,” a mysterious male voice said from behind as Anita rushed over to her helpless grandmother.
Anita stopped immediately in her tracks and turned around to see who was behind her. Her eyes widened as big as circles when she saw the burly male towering over her. It was the man who the police was looking for in connection with two missing women and numerous assaults upon women who used the park she walked through every day to bring dinner to her grams house. There he was in person, the drawing of the man that was the topic of the news for the past four to five weeks. He made her shiver with his devilish grin; he studied her from head to toe as if he was an inspector.
“Do as I say and the old broad don’t get hurt,” he said in a deep voice.
“What do you want?” she asked shakily as she stood frozen beside her grandmother.
“Oh, you’ll soon find out what I really want,” his laughter sounded so evil and it made her skin crawl.
“Please don’t hurt Grams,” she pleaded. “Uh, I’ll give you whatever you want and won’t say a word if you let us go and don’t hurt us.”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch! I’ll take what I want, when I want!”
Anita jumped and held her hand steady upon the elderly woman’s right shoulder. She watched as he prowled back and forth like a cat eyeing up a catch. Deep down inside she wanted to say something but was afraid for their safety when he brandished a 4-inch steel blade and waived it about slowly.
“Where’s the food?” he growled.
Anita told him where she had left it and he instructed her to get it and to not try and do anything stupid or else. Just as she started towards the door he stopped her, instructed Eloise to keep her mouth shut while he followed Anita to retrieve the basket of food. The frightened woman nodded and watched the male follow her granddaughter out of the room then later returning with the basket as well as dishes, utensils and drinking glasses.
The male swiftly pushed the photos and items off of the table in the bedroom so Anita could set the table. He watched the long haired brunette move about in her white tank top, denim shorts, socks and sneakers. Her hair swayed and her tits bounced as she unloaded the full meal and placed them onto the table. His cock hardened in his pants as this went on and in his mind he imagined himself pounding his cock into her wet, young cunt as he held her down on top of the table.
“Aren’t you going to untie my Grams so she can eat?” sarcastically Anita asked.
Grams shook her head at her granddaughter’s attitude towards her captor, trying to signal her to tone her voice and actions down but to no avail. The male huffed at Anita’s sarcasm and walked up to her and stood with his face directly in front of hers.
“Mmm, you’re a feisty one,” running his knife under her jaw from ear to ear. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
He stepped aside and ran his blade between the rocker’s arm and her grand mother’s wrist, freeing her temporarily. Instead of releasing her ankles, he reached down, lifted the rocker, Grams and all, and carried her over to the table.
“There,” he said as he sat down and began scooping up mounds of potatoes, a couple of chicken legs and tearing a chunk of hot bread.
Anita was disgusted with his lack of manners but waited until he was done before dishing out portions for her grandmother. The only thing she took for herself was a piece of hot bread which she buttered. Grams knew her granddaughter was too upset to eat but tried convincing her to eat even if it was just a bite or two. Anita gave in after awhile and the women ate silently.
Anita piled the dishes and gathered the leftovers and looked at their captor. “Is it okay if I clean the dishes and put the food away?”
He got up, lifted the elderly woman, chair and all, and put her down in the corner and tied her wrists to the armrests. He reminded the woman about keeping quiet then turned to Anita and followed her with her arms full to the kitchen. She swore under her breath at him and his inability to help her carry some of the things.
Within a half hour the dishes were washed, dried and put away and the food was placed in the refrigerator. When Anita shut the refrigerator door the male grabbed her from behind about the waist and pushed his body into her backside. She tried to free herself but gave in when he reminded her about his hurting her Grams if she didn’t cooperate. His hands roamed across her flat, taut stomach then traveled upward to her tits. The heat from his breath upon the side of her neck and his hands groping, squeezing and rubbing her tits made her cringe. She closed her eyes and tried to block out what was happening to her.
“Fuck you’ve got a rack! Fucking big tits for a tiny frame like yours,” he ran his tongue at the base of her right ear. “C’mon, let’s go back to your sweet Grams. I want her to see.”
“See what?” she asked herself.
Anita was not sexually experienced and only had one boyfriend in high school during her senior year. She had never gone beyond French kissing and having her tits sucked on. This was her choice. Anita wanted to go to college and become a forensic scientist like her parents and sex was not high on her agenda and didn’t want it to interfere with her plans.
He led her by the hand back into the bedroom where the elderly woman sat squirming in her chair. She needed to go to the bathroom and he allowed her to go since there was a full bath in the bedroom. Minutes later she was back and once again he tied her up but in a different chair. He had her sit in the recliner in the far corner and he made sure she was comfortable. She was going to be there for a long, long time.
“Well, Grams…” he began to say while walking towards Anita sitting on one of the chairs by the table.”You like to watch television?” Eloise nodded. “Well, you’re in for a treat,” smiling happily, “you’re going to get a live show tonight,”
Both women frowned and wondered what he meant. Then, he ordered Anita to get up and walk over to stand in front of her grand mother. She did so slowly and looked at the only living relative with loving eyes while she stood there. He came up behind her and leaned to his left.
“You’ve got a sexy grand daughter, Grams,” he said as he snaked his right arm around the young woman’s waist. “Is her mother just as hot?”
Grams shook her head, “Her mother’s dead and she has no sisters either.”
“Hmm, guess we need to do something about that and make sure there’ll be hot, sexy females in the future.” His right hand grabbed Anita’s right tit and squeezed. Anita jumped and Eloise’s eyes widened.
“Please don’t,” her voice trembled, “she’s just a young girl.”
“Young, huh? How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” softly she said.
“That’s just perfect. Nice, firm, tight body with huge tits!” he said as he crushed her right tit in his hand. Anita cried out in pain and he chuckled. “You’re going to love it by the time I’m through with you.”
His fingers pulled her tank top out from the waistline of her cutoff denim shorts. Eloise turned away, she couldn’t bear to watch. He barked at her to keep her eyes upon her granddaughter and she did. Tears welled then fell upon her wrinkling cheeks as she watched the male rip the tank top with one swift move. Anita stood there with her left arm across her bra clad tits. He commanded her to put her arm down and reluctantly she did. Then, he drew the blade in front of her and ran the tip down from her chin to her neck then snaked down to her chest. He stopped just below the elastic bottom of the bra then swept the blade between the cups and sliced the bra open. Anita’s tits jiggled freely behind the sheer satin under wire cups. He held her arms to her sides and looked down from behind at the luscious mounds.
“Now the show is about to begin,” he announced as he slipped the straps off of her shoulders, down her arms until they fell to the floor.
Anita’s face reddened; her Grams never saw her topless since she was the age of two. Eloise knew her granddaughter had blossomed in the last year but didn’t realize how much until she saw Anita standing there before her. In a way she was proud of her beautiful granddaughter but afraid and sad because of what she was going to be put through. Eloise knew he was going to do the same things he did to the other women to Anita; he was going to rape her in front of her, in her bedroom. Nausea crept up inside of her but she took deep breaths.
Softly she told Anita, “I’m sorry. Don’t fight him; it’ll be over with soon.” She tried consoling the weeping topless woman before her.
The captor grabbed a handful of Anita’s long brunette hair and pulled. Her head went back, she cried out in pain. His mouth fell upon hers with force; he pushed his tongue into her mouth as he kissed her. Anita couldn’t do a thing as his tongue probed. When he released his hold on her she gasped. She stood frozen in shock. Her mind went blank and she felt dead inside.
He pulled her back towards the foot of the bed then stood in front of her. Earlier, he positioned the recliner so Grams could get a good look at the bedroom, especially the bed. Anita kept her eyes locked on her Grams, not once looking at the wanted man. She readied herself for the worse and stood like a mannequin with no tears. As far as she was concerned she was emotionally dead to him.
Her captor’s lips fell hard upon Anita’s; his tongue lunged into her mouth. She tried to turn her head but his right hand held the back of her head, locking her steady, while his left hand immediately went in search for her ample tit. A muffled cry escaped from her lips as he squeezed her left tit and rubbed his palm across her hardened nipple. Anita couldn’t believe how her nipples betrayed her under his touch. She found him disgusting yet her nipples reacted on their own accord. Then, the young woman cringed. He nuzzled his face in the space where her neck and shoulders met, breathing heavily while his hand traveled lower and lower over her tight abs, firm stomach then up and down her thigh, working its way inward between her legs.
Automatically she pressed her legs together trying to keep him from gaining further access. He pried her legs apart with his forceful hand and rubbed the palm of his hand back and forth on her denim covered pussy. She shivered, but she didn’t know if it was out of fear or pleasure. The answer soon arose when her pussy began to warm up to his touch and moistened. She grew angry with herself, at her body for betraying her and responding heatedly. Grams continued watching her virgin granddaughter being undressed. He expertly removed her denim shorts in a few quick moves and stepped back to look at her with her shorts piled around her ankles.
“Get rid of the shorts and sneakers but leave your socks on,” he told the shaken 18 year old virgin.
Anita lifted her right ankle, stepped out of the piled cloth then did the same with her left. She did not realize she had given him a good look at her damp pussy when she undressed. His cock strained against his worn jeans and it clearly showed he was hard and ready and Grams panicked.
“P-please…” she stuttered, “please don’t hurt her.”
“Shut up old lady! By the time I get done with your sexy granddaughter she’s going to beg for more!”
He turned his attention to the young woman and eyed the feast standing at the foot of the bed. He reached down, pulled his t-shirt up and over, then tossed is aside, revealing a toned body with tight abs.
“Look at me! Watch me, lil’ girl,” he told Anita.
He startled her and caused her to jump. She turned and pretended she was looking directly at him but in reality she concentrated on the far wall behind him. He rubbed his right hand over the huge bulge in his jeans and told Anita she was in for a treat. She ignored him and didn’t offer any response. He unbuttoned his tight jeans, lowered the zipper and pushed the denim clothing down until they fell on their own to the floor. He swore at himself for not removing his boots first then he stepped on the toes of the black leather and wiggled his feet free before kicking them, sending them flying across the room. He then stepped out of his jeans and slid them aside with his left foot. Now he was completely naked, standing there stroking his hard 7 inch cock with his right hand.
“Come here and get on your knees,” he ordered the young virgin.
Anita took three steps forward, drew a deep breath then knelt down. She could not help but see his chest, abs then his belly button. He grew impatient with her so he pushed her farther down until her face was directly in front of his cock. Anita’s eyes widened; this was the very first cock she has seen in person. She had seen cocks in the porn videos and magazines she recently began to buy but nothing in real life. Her heart raced and unconsciously she licked her lips; Anita knew what he wanted but didn’t want to tell him she had never done it before so she just knelt there looking at the hard, twitching cock. She saw a glistening drop at the tip of the mushroom head and it intrigued her. It was difficult for her to fight the urges to touch and taste it.
He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to his cock, expecting her to open and take it in her mouth but she didn’t. Instead, he felt her face against it. He didn’t know she was inexperienced.
“Open that mouth and suck my dick!”
She lifted her eyes to look at him blankly. Right then and there he realized she was a virgin; she was a dream come true for any man. He eased up on his hold, allowing her to move her head back enough for him to take hold of his cock with his free hand and rub it on her lips.
“You’re a fucking virgin!” he said with delight. He turned to Eloise and said, “She a fucking virgin; this is gonna be great!”
He looked down at Anita and started telling her what to do and not do. Anita knelt helplessly and embarrassed as her Grams watched her granddaughter open her mouth and take her first cock into her mouth.
“That’s it, wrap your sweet lips around it and suck; don’t bite,” he said in a soothing tone. “Mmm, that’s a good girl. That feels so fucking good. Take more in and breathe through your nose and relax; you’ll start enjoying it before you know it.”
Little did anyone know Anita was already enjoying giving her first blowjob. Slowly she worked past the mushroom head down his shaft until it pressed against the back of her throat. She gagged and gasped for air the second she released his cock from her mouth. He chuckled and instructed her on how to deep throat him. Anita repositioned herself and slowly relaxed the muscles in her throat as worked his entire cock into her mouth, down her throat. Within minutes her head bobbed back and forth without any help from the stranger. Her pussy was wet and moans escaped from a mouthful of cock. Grams couldn’t believe what she was seeing and it deeply hurt her.
He rocked his hips back and forth, mouth fucking the buxom virgin. She sucked on his cock so hard that her cheeks sunk in and slurping sounds mixed with moans filled the room.
“Oh, fuck, fuck that feels so good! You’re one hot babe,” huskily he told her. “If you keep that up I’ll end up shooting my load down your sweet throat.”
The dirty talking turned Anita on more and she looked up as she continued sucking on his cock and her eyes told him she wanted to taste her first cum. He looked at her lusty brown eyes and gently pushed her head back, slowly removing his cock from her hot mouth. Her lips were so tightly wrapped around his cock that it made a popping sound when he pulled completely out. Anita looked frowned then wrapped her right hand around the wet cock and began stroking him up and down. He groaned and leaned his head back.
Seconds later he stopped her, “Stand up, baby.”
She stood up; all the while she kept her hold and stroked his cock, slowly at first then faster. He couldn’t stand it any longer so grabbed her hand and stopped her. He took her hand off of his cock and placed her hands upon his shoulders. She looked directly into his eyes, forgetting Grams was in the room just a few steps away watching them. He scooped her up in his arms, walked over to the far side of the bed and laid her down on her back.
“Please, STOP! Don’t do this! Please let her go!” shouted Eloise.
Hearing her Grams voice snapped Anita back to reality. She looked over at the elderly woman then back at the naked man climbing onto the bed. Quickly she squirmed away, trying to escape his reaching hands. She was too slow. His hands gripped her ankles and she kicked her feet and legs in an effort to break free but he was too strong. He pinned her legs down, climbed over her and sat down on her stomach. His weight made it difficult to breathe normally. Her arms were then pulled up above her head and held down. His cock rubbed against her tits and her nipples hardened.
Once again Eloise begged for her granddaughter’s freedom but he wasn’t about to listen. He was really going to enjoy this, especially with the old woman watching. He glanced over at the old woman then turned his attention to the writhing young brunette under him. It was time and no one was going to stop him.
He slid down far enough to keep a strong hold on her and bent his head to kiss her. She struggled, turning her head side to side but he was too strong for her. Disgust and anger rose inside of her as he probed his tongue in her mouth. Anita thought of biting down on his tongue but hesitated until she felt him pushing his cock against her pussy.
“Fuck!” he screamed.
Anita bit his tongue and glared at him. He was enraged and in pain. He let go of her left wrist and his hand came down swiftly upon her cheek and lips. The sound was loud and poor Anita cried out in pain; her lower lip was bleeding. Grams screamed out and he slapped her again.
“Shut the fuck up old lady or I’ll beat the shit out of her!” he yelled.
Grams then asked, “Please…whatever your name is…please don’t hurt her, I beg you.”
“My name is Rod,” he replied without thinking. “If the two of you cooperate no one will get hurt, understand?
Grams nodded but Anita just glared at him. He leaned down, held her arms above her head and nestled his face in the space between her neck and shoulder and kissed her. He began planting wet kisses up and down her neck, across her shoulders then worked his way down to her swelling, heaving tits. Anita’s body began to enjoy his lips and she fought within herself to stop. It was futile the moment his tongue lapped at her nipples one by one. She shivered and a feeling she never felt before rushed through her body.
“How can I do this? Why and I feeling this way?” she asked herself as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.
Her body felt very, very warm and his mouth and tongue on her nipples felt so good. She closed her eyes and a soft moan escaped from the depths of her throat. Rod heard her and sucked harder, pulling on her nipples. Suddenly her hips began moving about, she began to squirm under him and she was lost in her own world. Rod released her wrists and moved his hands down to her tits, cupping them. She arched her back, thrusting her tits into his face and mouth. Grams could not believe what was happening but knew she had to remain quiet for her granddaughter’s sake, for whatever it was worth.
Anita felt Rod’s tongue traveling from one tit to the other, going between her tits, leaving hot, wet trails as he moved along. She placed her hands upon his head, moaning, squirming uncontrollably. Rod had her now and there was no turning back, he was going to take her to new heights, to show her what it feels like to have a man take your cherry and to bring her to orgasm for the very first time.
Rod worked his way down her flat, taut abs, lingering at her belly button. It tickled her at first then he moved lower. He moved his attention to her legs, her thighs as she laid there with his shoulders, body between her legs spread apart. Anita could not believe how wonderful it felt. His hot breath and wet tongue licked her soft skin as she neared her inner thighs where her legs met.
She jerked slightly the second his fingers touched the outer lips of her pussy. His breath made her damp pussy even damper. She shut her eyes closed and drew in a ragged breath of air. Rod planted kisses on her pussy. Her fingers now pulled and toyed with her own hard nipples; she was moaning with pleasure.
The sweet musky scent of her virgin pussy made his cock rock hard but he wanted to savor every minute for now. He had a true virgin in his grasp and it was rare to find one these days. The other women were sluts, whores who had been fucked, used and stretched. In his minds they were nothing more than stuck up, hidden prostitutes; women who fucked for the hell of it and got paid by the men who showered them with flowers, gifts, dinner and the bullshit dating scene.
That was his view of women; it was the images of his mother with numerous men coming and going when he was a child. He didn’t realize what was happening until he was older and discovered his mom in bed, fucking his high school football coach. From that moment on he saw all women as cheap whores out to take your money for a quick fuck and treated them that way. He was a very angry, vengeful man.
Rod flicked his tongue at Anita’s hard clit and she squirmed. He continued doing so until she was moaning and her hips began gyrating. It wouldn’t be long before she’d cum so he stopped. Anita panicked thinking she did something wrong and looked down at him between her legs. He looked up without any expression, taking his time to make sure she calmed down. Finally she laid her head back upon the king sized bed. Rod inserted his tongue slightly inside of her tight, virgin pussy.
Anita gasped feeling his probing slowly inside of her; it felt huge. The sweet taste of fresh pussy was heavenly and he pushed his tongue in as deep as he could. In and out he worked his tongue; the heat inside of her pussy grew hotter. He slowed then pulled his tongue out of her before she came.
Slowly he kneeled between her legs, positioning his body for the final moment. He took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip up and down her pussy. Anita sprang back to reality and her eyes widened. She tried to close her legs, to prevent him from putting his cock inside of her, to take her virginity. He grabbed onto her legs and lifted them up. She couldn’t move her legs so she tried to push away with her upper body and arms but he was too strong.
“Keep still or it’s gonna hurt real bad!” he growled at her. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you so cut it out!”
His voice boomed loud and with depth making the poor young woman freeze. Tears welled in her eyes before she shut them closed. She couldn’t bear to watch or look over to her sobbing Grams sitting beside the bed, bound to her recliner. He saw what she was doing and commanded her to open her eyes and to look at him. She obeyed out of fear. Then she felt his press the tip of his cock at her opening. She tensed her body, hoping he wouldn’t notice but he did and he ordered her to relax. He even told her it wouldn’t hurt so bad if she relaxed and let it happened. She didn’t believe him but she tried her best to relax. She had heard about the pain when you first have sex and lose your virginity and she was afraid. There was nothing she could do but to accept her fate.
“Oh God, please, no! It hurts!” Anita begged.
“Relax, baby, relax,” he said as he slowly worked his cock into her virgin pussy.
He was only less than one fourth inside of her and she had tears running down the side of her face as she looked at him pushing his hips forward and back. It felt so good to Rod, feeling the tight walls of her wet, hot pussy. Although she was afraid, her pussy was well lubricated with her own juice. Rod kept on pushing forward until he felt the obstruction, her hymen. He pulled back up until the rim of his cock was almost out of her pussy.
“Take a deep breath, baby,” he told her, “Get ready for the ride of your life. It’s gonna hurt at first but it’ll go away soon enough then you’re gonna beg me to fuck you.”
“Fuck you, fuck you,” over and over her mind played his words.
She drew a deep breath and released it. Rod waited until he saw she relaxed a little then he lunged forward with all of his strength. He leaned far forward over her and lay still on top of her, waiting for pain to subside and her pussy to stretch and get accustomed to his hard cock inside of her.
“Aargh!” Anita screamed from the piercing pain.
Grams cried loudly for her grand daughter, her body shook uncontrollably. It pained her to see the brutality placed upon her only grandchild. She wished it was all a bad dream and that she’d soon wake up but it wasn’t. There in front of her own eyes was her grandchild, her virginity taken away by a stranger who was being sought by the police. Her heart pounded in her chest.
Rod slowly pumped his cock in and out of Anita’s tight pussy. He had not felt this good since he was 16 years old and had taken the 14 year old neighbor’s daughter’s virginity. Anita lay defeated under him; her arms lay at her side lifeless as well as her legs lay flatly upon the bed. Rod raised himself, resting upon his palms while continuing pumping his cock in and out. He didn’t like the rag doll feeling he was getting from her under him so he knelt and hooked her knees over his arms. Her ass now was slightly lifted up off of the bed and he began to pump harder.
After awhile it seemed her body liked what was happening and her hips began to thrust up and down, meeting his. Her pussy felt like a glove around his cock and it felt good. He forgot he had just taken her cherry and began to thrust harder. The sound of their bodies grew louder in the silent room. Then soft moans mixed with his grunts could be heard. It was Anita. She began to lose sight of what had just happened and that the stranger named Ron was raping her.
Grams was stunned to see the arms of her grandchild reach up and take hold of her rapists shoulders, pulling him to her. She turned away but was soon ordered to turn her attention back to the couple upon the bed now fucking as if they were lovers.
Anita’s breathing was labored; her fingernails dug into his back, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. She was now meeting his thrusts with heated lust. Her moans now became pleas.
“Oh, yes! Ugh! Yes!” she said. Her eyes closed slightly, “Uh, mmm, fuck! Fuck! Yes, fuck me!”
“Oh yeah baby, I’m gonna fuck you and make you cum all night long,” he told her.
“Mmm, yes, yes!” she replied thrusting heavily back at him. “It feels so, ugh, fucking good!”
Rod began to pound his cock into her and she screamed out in pleasure, begging him to fuck her even harder. Grams didn’t know what to say or thing and there was nothing she could do; she was totally in shock over her granddaughter’s actions. She sat there in awe and heartbroken. Her little “Nee”, as she called Anita, was no longer and life shattered before her swollen crying eyes.
By now Anita was building up to her very first orgasm. Her body tensed, she moaned and cried out more, begging Rod to pound her as hard as he could and he did. He knew she was ready and he egged her on.
“C’mon, baby, cum,” huskily he told her. “Cum hard! Cum all over my dick!”
With those words Anita screamed, “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!”
She bucked wildly up at him then clamped her legs as tight as she could, holding, pulling Rod’s cock as deep as she could get him inside of her. Sweat dripped from Rod’s body down, mixing in with hers as she came hard. Her long fingernails raked his back leaving red trail marks from his shoulder blades down to his waist as he kept his cock buried deep inside of her.
It seemed like minutes before Anita’s cries softened and she calmed. She was breathing heavily, nearly exhausted and then she felt embarrassed and angry with herself. She gave in to her rapist while her Grams watched. What was she going to think of her now? The poor young woman could not bring herself to look at her grandmother.
Rod told her to turn around and get on her hands and knees. Her body was shaken, weak from her orgasmic experience but she rolled over and managed to get into position. She looked face forward at the metal bars at the head of the bed against the wall and waited. Rod got between her legs, placed his hands on her hips and plunged forward. Anita gasped as she lunged toward the metal headboard. There was no pain this time but her pussy felt swollen. He continued rocking his cock back and forth, at times his cock exited her pussy briefly then plummeted deeply into her cum soaked pussy.
Anita’s tits dangled below her and her nipples rubbed against the bedding making it tingle and harden again. Her long brown hair swayed here and there, covering then uncovering her face. Rod knelt and slapped her right cheek. She cried out from the stinging sensation. Over and over the palm of his right hand met her reddening skin but her cries of pain turned to moans and pleas.
“You like that, huh? You like your ass spanked?” he asked her.
“Yes! Yes! It feels good!” she panted between slaps.
This got Rod going and he leaned over her knowing his sweaty skin upon her tender, red cheek would cause discomfort. She complained about the burning sensation until his hands found her large dangling tits. This caused her to forget the pain. His heated breath upon the side of her face and his fingers pulling, twisting and rubbing her hard nipples made her moan and push back to meet his thrusts.
Once again he neared his goal of getting Anita to the brink of orgasm. He grabbed her tits and pulled her up with him as he kneeled upright. With a few moves and keeping his hard cock buried inside of her he managed to sit then lowered his back upon the bed. Anita was now sitting on top of him with her calves on the outside of his legs. She gyrated her hips in circles as she sat, stuffed with his hard cock. Rod moaned, enjoying what she was doing.
“Ride my dick, baby. C’mon and ride my cock hard!” he told her as he lightly held onto her tiny waist.
Anita lifted herself using her legs up high enough to leave the head of his cock inside of her. She lingered there a few seconds before she came down on him. His cock speared her deeply and they both cried out.
“Fuck, that’s it! Ride that cock nice and hard baby! Let me feel that cunt pound down on me!” he growled.
Something about the way he talked dirty to her made her pussy wet and drove her wild. She rode his cock hard and she used all of her strength in her legs to lift her up. Her hair bounced and flowed freely in the air.
“Yes, oh yes! Uh huh…so good!” she cried out as she came crashing down onto him. “Fuck, mmm, yes! Yes!”
Before they both knew it Anita came hard. Her juices gushed out of her swollen pussy. His cock was drenched, drowning in the depths of her gushing pussy as she grounded her pussy and ass down upon his crotch, crying out in pleasure.
“Oh! Yes! I’m cumming! Oh fuck!!!!” she screamed.
Grams couldn’t take it anymore. Her sweet granddaughter was now acting like a whore, a slut. It was too much for her to bear and she fainted with the last image of Anita grinding her body down onto the rapist while she grabbed and pulled on her own nipples, crying out as her orgasm flooded through her trembling body.
Rod sat up, pushed Anita flatly onto her stomach and began pounding her slippery cunt the second her orgasm subsided. He was ready to explode. He roughly grabbed her hips and lifted her ass up so he had a better angle at her cunt. Her tits were smashed under her, her arms lay flat near the sides of her head. She faced the opposite way from her grandmother.
“Fuck, yeah, such a fucking tight cunt! I love tight, young cunts!” he grunted between thrusts. “I’m gonna cum inside of that nice, hot virgin cunt of yours and you’re gonna beg for more!”
All she could do to respond was grunt and moan as he pounded heavily. The sound of his body slapping hard against her filled the musky scented room. The air smelled of sex, hard, long sex.
“Oh fuck, oh yeah!” he held her steady. “Fuck!!!!”
His cock exploded; he unloaded his cum deep inside of her already drenched, slippery pussy. He bent over her, took hold of her shoulders and grinded his cock as deep as he could until he had no more to give. His cock emptied its sperm into her, filling her to the hilt. She too was cumming for the third time that afternoon.
He fell onto his back beside her, exhausted and very happy. Anita fell onto her stomach and closed her eyes, trying to regain her normal breathing. No one noticed or bothered to check on the elderly woman bound to her recliner near the side of the bed.
“Hey, old lady! Did you like the show? Did you see and hear how your sweet granddaughter begged and loved my cock? How she loved to fuck?” he asked. There was no answer so he asked again.
He sat up, looked over at the old woman and saw she was slumped over in the chair. At the same time Anita turned to look at her Grams.
“Oh, no! Grams! Grams!” Anita screamed as she jumped out of the bed and ran to her grandmother. “Grams, please wake up! Oh God, please wake up!” The poor young woman was hysterical and in tears.
Rod joined her instantly and checked if the old woman was still breathing. She was and they both were relieved. He tapped her left cheek a couple of times trying to bring the woman back to life. Slowly she stirred and looked up. There before her was Rod and Anita, both naked and covered with perspiration. She shook her head at her granddaughter feeling sad and heartbroken. Anita knew what she was thinking and feeling; she hung her head down and cried.
Grams was too weak to speak and Anita was too ashamed to even glance at her grandmother. Rod untied the poor woman and she called out for Anita to help her get up and walk around. Anita gathered her clothing and was about to dress when Rod stopped her. He told her to remain naked and she dejectedly went over to Grams and helped her to stand. Her 72 year old legs were very weak; it took a few minutes before she could steady herself to take a few steps.
“Nee, I’m so sorry for putting you through this,” the feeble woman whispered hoarsely. “I should have told you not to come around when I noticed him watching you the past few days.”
The young brunette’s eyes widened, she was dumbstruck with what she had just heard. She couldn’t believe Grams didn’t tell her about him lurking about. The news talked about him for weeks on end and plastered a sketch of him in the papers and on screen. How could she not say something? She didn’t know whether or not she should be angry with her or not; after all she was 72 years old.
That night the two women slept in the bed Rod had taken Anita’s virginity while he sat and nodded off occasionally in the recliner. Despite the fact he was a very light sleeper, Rod made sure the phone was disconnected and out of the room, and the windows were shut tight and inescapable.
Morning soon arrived and the women awoke to the sun shining through the window. Anita began to wonder if she had just had the worst nightmare of her life. Then she saw him sitting there leering at her nakedness. She stared back at him for awhile then turned to her grandmother and bade her good morning. Grams got up from the bed and headed to use the bathroom after getting approval from their captor. Anita sat up, clutching the bedcovers and holding it up in front of her to cover her body.
Chapter 2: The Morning After
“Morning,” nonchalantly Rod said. “After you get through using the bathroom, we’re gonna go into the kitchen and you and your granny are gonna make breakfast.”
“Such audacity,” Anita thought, “How dare he tell us what to do?”
A half hour later all three were in the kitchen. Rod sat at the kitchen table keeping a watchful eye on the women. Grams set the table while Anita did the cooking, donning only an apron as instructed by the captor. They ate breakfast in silence; all the while none of the women looked at him. Anita knew he was watching her; she could feel his eyes upon her, making her skin crawl.
Anita told Grams to rest while she cleared the table and cleaned up after the mess he made. All, except for one phone, was pulled out of the wall sometime during the night so Rod had no problem letting the old lady go into the living room after he made sure the curtains were kept drawn shut and the front door bolted and locked. Grams didn’t want to leave her grand daughter alone with him but he demanded she leave the room.
“What’s the matter old lady? Afraid I’m gonna fuck your precious little girl and you won’t get to watch, huh?” Sarcastically he asked.
“Humph!” Eloise said as she turned and made her way to watch television.
“Feisty old bitch ain’t she?” Rod asked as he strolled over to Anita standing at the sink where she was washing the dishes. “Mmm, you’re a sight to see in the morning light,” he said running his fingers up and down her right arm.
“Get your hands off of me! I’m trying to finish the dishes!”
Rod laughed then reached around with both arms and cupped her heavy tits. His fingers rolled her nipples, making them grow harder. Anita cursed at her body for reacting to his touch. She finished rinsing off the last of the dishes, placed the plate into the dish rack then reached for a towel to dry the dishes off. She was ready to do anything to keep her mind off of his hot breath upon the side of her neck and his hands and fingers upon her body.
“Forget that baby and come here,” he said as he grabbed her by her hips and turned her around.
His lips fell upon hers in an instant, pressing his tongue deeply into her mouth. Anita struggled to break free but she couldn’t. Rods arms held her tight, his hands roamed her bare ass cheeks then made their way up and down her back. He untied the bow of the apron she wore. The minute his lips eased off of hers he lifted the apron over her head and his mouth sought her tits, her nipples one by one. Once again she tried to push him away with the palms of her hands but the touch of his tongue upon her hardened nipple made weakened her fight. Before she knew it her head tilted back, thrusting her tits into his face, forcing him to take more of her into his heated mouth. A soft moan escaped from her lips, slightly parted. Meanwhile, one of his hands busied itself by cupping one of her tits, squeezing, groping and feeling the firm yet supple massive globe.
After a few minutes that very hand that held her tit traveled down her flat, taut stomach down to her pussy. He pressed his palm against the mound while his fingers explored between her legs. To steady herself, Anita placed her palms flat onto to edge of the counter of the sink. Rod’s fingers brushed against her clit making it grow harder. Anita fought within her mind to stop the tingling sensation he was causing her. It was soon a fight that was lost. Her pussy was on fire and very wet.
“Mmm, what have we here?” Rod teased, “Somebody’s pussy is ready and wet.”
He inserted his middle finger into her sopping wet hole and twirled it around. Anita gasped and drew a shivering breath. It was a wonderful feeling but she had to fight it.
“No! No! Stop it!” she screamed.
Rod pumped his finger in and out of her hole slowly at first then he picked up the pace. Anita’s hips began gyrating and grounding down against his finger on their own volition. He added another finger and another; all the while he was still feasting on her tits. Anita was ready to explode but he suddenly pulled his fingers out, withdrew his lips from her luscious nipple and looked directly into her. Slowly he brought his slick coated fingers up between their faces and the sweet, musky scent tantalized them. Unconsciously Anita licked her lips and watched him suck off her juices clean, off of his fingers.
Rod commented on her sweetness and how he could spend hours eating out her young pussy. Anita just stood there, there was no way she could hide the glazed look of wanton lust in her eyes. Without warning he lifted her up and sat her onto the edge of the counter beside the sink in view of the large window. He pulled her ass to the very edge, lifted her legs by the knees then bent down to bury his face. His hot breath upon her skin felt sensuous. A jolt rushed through her body when his tongue began lapping, licking up and down her wet pussy. She leaned back with her palms planted firmly on the counter to give him better, deeper access and moaned over and over.
Within minutes she had her legs draped over his shoulders, her head leaned back and her hips moved to the rhythm of his tongue penetrating her hot pussy. He used his fingers to spread the lips farther apart and to rub her clit. Anita snapped back to reality.
“Stop it! Don’t!” she straightened upright.
Her voice grew louder with every minute and Rod knew if he didn’t ease up she would give in and cum. He eased up long enough to say something.
“You love my tongue, baby,” he encouraged her. “Don’t fight it; you know you love it when I fuck your cunt with my tongue.” He paused to lap at her pussy a few times then continued to say, “I want to taste, to drink up that sweet, hot cunt juice of yours.”
He plunged his tongue inside of her and sent her shivering with pleasure.
“Oh fuck! No! No!” she began to say. Please…no…don’t,” her will power weakened. “No…oh…oh, yes, yes!” she panted. “Eat my pussy! Uh huh…” She gave in and placed both hands on top of his head and held him there. “I’m, uh….I’m…” she panted, “Fuck! Oh fuck! I’m cumming!!!”
Her pussy gushed its sweet cum onto his tongue and seeped out from the sides of his mouth as he tried to drink up every drop. He rubbed his nose against her clit sending her into yet another wild orgasm. Rod was unable to take it all in and some of her juices ran down between her ass cheeks, over her ass hole, and onto the counter.
All while this was going on, Eloise was fast asleep with the television volume loud enough to drown out what her grand daughter was doing in the kitchen with their captor. One of the neighbors watched the whole show through his kitchen window. He stroked his cock as he watched Eloise’s grand daughter sitting on the counter having her pussy eaten in plain view.
Rod carried Anita over to the dining room table and laid her down on her back. She was still trying to catch her breath while Rod quickly removed his clothes. The neighbor still had a good view although he had to move to another window. He watched as the young buxom woman got up on her hands and knees then faced the stranger and took his cock into her mouth. It was better than watching a porn flick.
Anita sucked on Rod’s cock hungrily while he rocked his hips back and forth, feeding, fucking her mouth. Her large tits dangled beneath her; her nipples scraped against the top of the table making them harder. The sounds of her mouth sucking on his hard cock filled the room.
“Mmf,” she mumbled with a mouthful of cock as he reached under and pinched her nipples.
“Damn you’re one hell of a cock sucker for a virgin,” he growled. “Suck it good baby, suck my dick!”
Anita need not hear him say anymore. She sucked as hard as she could; her cheeks sunk in and the slurping, sucking sounds permeated the room. The neighbor’s eyes closed slightly as he imagined those lips wrapped around his cock. He wished he was a part of the live show.
“Fuck baby!” Rod growled as he pulled his cock out from her mouth abruptly.
A loud popping sound emerged the second his cock was released from her tightly, pursed lips. She looked up at him in question, wondering if she had done something wrong.
“You are so fucking good!” he exclaimed. “If I kept it in a second longer I would’ve blown my load…but I prefer somewhere else.”
He told her to turn around and get onto her back. Anita moved as quickly as she could and set her ass just at the edge with her legs up in the air, spread wide open. She was ready and more than willing. Rod took hold of her hips, lined his cock up with her wet opening then plunged deeply in one swift move. Anita gasped loudly. Rod kept the rhythm of pounding his cock into her causing her to moved up and up across the table. He pulled her back down and she reached for the edge and held tightly. He kept up the heavy pounding a few minutes then slowed down and pulled his cock almost all the way out, leaving the head just inside of the entrance of her soaking pussy before he would slam his cock into her using his lower body strength. Anita’s breathing grew deep and erratic. Beads of perspiration formed on their bodies; Rod’s dripped down onto hers.
“Fuck me!” she cried out. “Fuck me harder! Harder! Pound my pussy with that hard cock of yours!”
“You got it!” he said breathing heavily.
He rode her hard and deep and their bodies slapped together as if someone was hitting their hand upon bare skin. Anita pulled, twisted and pinched her nipples. Her head tossed side to side. Minutes later she had another orgasm and she reached out and grabbed onto his arms while her body shook. It took a minute or so for her to calm down, for her orgasm to slow to a stop. When she stopped Rod pulled her off of the table, turned her around and bent her over. He pressed her upper body onto the table, smashing her tits under her.
Quickly he picked up where he left off and pounded her from behind. Her juices dribbled down her inner thighs to her ankles and feet. She had so much cum to give. It didn’t take long before her tits began to hurt so she propped herself up slightly and bucked back to meet his every thrust. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and kept on pushing his cock in and out.
“That’s it, fuck my dick,” he told her over and over.
After ten minutes or so he pulled back out and climbed onto the study dining table. Anita soon followed and knew what to do next. She climbed up and over and straddled over his cock that stuck straight up like a flagpole. She reached down and under to take hold of his slippery cock and held it steady. Slowly she lowered herself onto him feeling the tip slip inside of her. Once she had an inch or so insider of her she released her hold and worked her way down, taking a little more of his cock inside of her. Once she had his entire length inside she lifted herself up and hovered with the head still inside. Then she came down hard. His cock speared her deeply and she loved the piercing feeling.
“Oh fuck, yeah! That’s it; ride my fucking cock!” Rod loudly said.
Anita rode him long and hard. Her massive tits bounced and swayed as she lifted and slammed herself down, impaling herself with his cock. At one point she slowed then sat down with him buried deep inside of her. She jerked her hips back and forth a few times then rotated her hips in a circular motion making sure his cock touched every millimeter of her pussy walls. Rod loved what she was doing.
“You’re so fucking hot! Fuck that cock!”
Anita began to pick up the pace and rode his cock. It seems hours before Rod finally had had enough and wanted to fill the young pussy with his cum. He grabbed onto her hips and flipped her onto her back, keeping his cock buried deep inside. It was his turn now to take control. He took hold of her legs, bent then at the knees and pressed her thighs against her tits. This caused her ass to lift up off of the table giving him deeper access.
Rod held her legs in place and plunged his hard cock into her depths. Anita was enjoying how deep his cock felt inside of her. She took hold of her legs and Rod concentrated on pounding into her. They were both groaning and moaning loudly. Their sole spectator was also doing the same as his hand furiously stroked his cock to the rhythm of Rod’s cock pounding the young woman’s pussy.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Rod grew louder with each thrust. “Oh, Fuck!!!”
Streams of cum spewed into the depths of her pussy as Rod exploded. He leaned hard into her and kept his cock buried until his balls emptied their sacs. At the same time the neighbor came; crying out as his cum sprayed out onto the window he was at, watching the couple next door on the dining table.
Once spent, Rod fell onto Anita in exhaustion. His weight pressed down on her, making her breathing a bit difficult but she didn’t mind. She too came when Rod emptied his cum inside of her.
Minutes later Anita screamed and pushed him off of her, “Get off of me you brute!”
Her balled up fists pounded on his chest as he leaned over her. Anger now filled her eyes. Rod frowned and sat on top of her, holding onto her wrists.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” angrily he asked.
“You…You fucking, rapist, bastard!!!” was the last words she screamed before everything went black.
Her left cheek burned when she opened her eyes. She looked around and discovered she was back in her grandmother’s bed. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the posts, once again. Tears began to well in her eyes as her body shook from fear.
Chapter 3: Taking A Ride
“Get up! Get dressed!” Rod yelled after releasing her restraints.
The terrified young woman scrambled to gather her clothes and quickly dressed. He took hold of her arm and yanked her into the living room where her grandmother sat quietly. He pushed her down beside the old woman, tied her hands behind her back then began pacing like a panther.
Ten minutes later there was a loud knock on the front door.
“Yo, it’s me! Open up!” a male’s voice boomed.
“It’s about fucking time!” Rod bellowed as he let the stranger in.
“So this is them?” the blonde haired male said. He paced back and forth, inspecting the two women sitting quietly with their eyes drawn to the floor. “Not bad, not bad at all.”
“Come on, let’s get the fuck going!”
Rod took hold of Anita’s arm while the stranger yanked Eloise to her feet. Anita heard her Grams gasp.
“Please don’t hurt her…she’s old,” Anita pleaded.
“Shut the fuck up!” Rod said as they made their way to the van parked in the driveway.
The side sliding door was open and the men shoved the two women inside then slid the door shut. The noise echoed inside of the empty utility van as the men climbed in. Rod sat behind the wheel and gunned the engine to a start before putting it in gear and driving out onto the street. The two men talked but Anita couldn’t hear what they were saying. The noise and the radio muffled their conversation.
Anita could barely see out of the driver and passenger windows and there were no windows in the back. She relied on her hearing to keep track of their journey and made mental notes as to the turns and feel of the road as they traveled along.
The van came to a stop and the stranger got up from his seat. He made his way towards the back.
“Take it easy with them, Jake. We don’t want them too fucking tired by the time we get there,” laughed Rod.
“Yeah, yeah,” the tall blonde grunted back.
He squatted down in front of the two women and looked at each of them. Back and forth his eyes darted. Jake was a strange one; it seemed age didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was a pair of tits and ass and a hot pussy.
“Hey Granny,” he teased as he leaned closer to the older woman.
Out of nowhere he grabbed the back of Eloise’s head and planted his lips hard upon hers. His tongue snaked between her lips as she tried to squirm her way free.
“Don’t! Stop it!” Anita cried out. “Please, she’s just an old woman!”
Jake broke off of the kiss and told Anita, “Shut the fuck up cunt!”
The second he stopped talking Jake went back to Eloise and ran his tongue along her lips. She frowned and pursed her lips together. This only made him pursue further. He reached out and moved her away from her grand daughter. Once he was satisfied that she was where he wanted her he reached out and grabbed one of her tits.
It felt very soft and he was surprisingly happy to feel her nipple harden. Jake had had older women before. In fact the oldest woman he had sex with was a few years older than Eloise and it was one a dear friend of his grandmother when he was only eighteen years old. This was the beginning of his crusade to fuck any and all women.
“Please don’t do this,” shakily the older woman said. “Please don’t hurt me or my grand daughter.”
“Let me tell you Granny, once I get you started you’re gonna be begging for more!” he said with an evil grin upon his face.
He lunged at her and pinned her to the floor of the van. His lips pressed hard against her withered lips. His hands groped her tits, body and legs. She tried to fight him off but she was too old and too weak for this strength and age. Then, she was shocked.
“Oh yeah,” Jake said as he worked on the last button of her top, exposing her sagging old tits.
Immediately he planted his lips upon her nipples and one of his hands went between her legs. He forced them open and held them apart with his own legs. His hand went in search of her pussy and found it clad in a cotton panty. Eloise gasped at this strange feeling and she felt the tears welling and her heart pounding in her chest.
Jake pulled at her panty until they tore apart. Now she was open for his fingers to explore. He reached between her soft pussy lips and found her clit. Eloise jolted up a bit, her eyes widened and she sucked in a short, deep breath.
He continued rubbing her clit for a few minutes then inserted his middle finger inside of her damp pussy. She could not believe how her body was coming back to life. She was beginning to feel like a young woman, like her grand daughter, who sat a few feet away from her.
“You like this, old lady? You forgot how it felt to be fucked, huh?” Jake tormented her with his finger pumping in and out of her pussy.
Eloise could not respond at first. She was gasping for air and then it overwhelmed her. Her body responded with a sensation she had forgotten over the years. She was experiencing her first orgasm in over thirty, perhaps forty, years. Her body shook violently.
“Oh Lord! Oh my!” was all the old woman could say as her body shook and her juices flowed every so lightly.
Jake removed his cum soaked fingers from the old woman’s pussy and held it up to his face. With an evil grin upon his face, he stared at Anita and brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. Grams passed out from the ordeal leaving Anita in a panic state of shock.
“Not bad tasting for an old broad,” he commented sarcastically. “Now…” his grin widened, “It’s your turn, ho!”
The van took a right turn, making Jake lose his balance and he fell sideways, hitting his head against the metal wall of the van. A loud thud was heard.
“What the fuck!” Jake yelled at Rod. “Watch the way you’re driving! Fuck!”
“We’re almost there!” Rod informed us.
“What? I’m just about to have fun with the ho!” Jake complained.
“Quit whining and get your fucking sorry ass back up here,” Rod commanded.
Mumbling obscenities under his breath, Jake made his way to the passenger seat in the front of the van. Ten minutes later the van pulled off the road. The sound of gravel could be heard as the tires traveled for a few more minutes before the van came to a halt.
Chapter 4 : Taken For A Ride
Jake waited for Rod to open the back door of the van and watched the two women with fear in their eyes. It was one bad ordeal after another and the women were afraid of what was going to happen next.
The two women were pushed out of the van and led to an old house in the middle of nowhere. The property seemed endless and the only other structure looked like an old wooden barn or garage; only a few trees lined the gravel road they had just traveled and bushes sprouted out here and there among the grassy field. Anita added this to the notes she kept in her mind so she could tell the authorities later.
“Come on! Move your sorry asses!” Rod bellowed.
Jake took hold of Eloise right arm and yanked her inside of the house and Anita followed. Inside of the main part of the house was the living room; barely furnished with an old worn sofa, large discolored coffee table and a wide screen television. Despite the sparse furnishings the room was quite large. To the left of the room was a doorway that led into a hallway where the women were being forcefully guided to. As they stood inside of the hallway entry Rod took Anita to the room on the left and Eloise was taken to the room on the right.
“Please, let me stay with my grand daughter,” Eloise begged as Jake took her into the bedroom. “Please…”
“What for…you want to watch her get her brains fucked out?” Jake loudly asked. “Well, answer me old lady?”
Eloise felt her heart sank; she was speechless. She stood a few steps inside of the bedroom and looked around. It was strangely decorated with a double size bed with metal bars along head and foot boards, a four drawer cherry wooden dresser, and a large mirror one of the side walls and the ceiling. Tucked away in a corner near the closet was a video camera on a tripod. Suddenly Jake pushed the old woman towards the bed and ordered her to sit down.
Meanwhile, Rod took Anita into the master bedroom and slightly closed the door behind them, leaving an inch or two of the door ajar. Anita stood there looking at the room with the four-cornered metal posted large king sized bed, a long dresser against the wall farthest to the door below the windows, a small entertainment center equipped with a good sized television, VCR, DVD player and rows of videos and DVD’s, a full length mirror to the left of the dresser and a wall length mirror closes to the door. What she didn’t notice was the video camera on a tripod standing beside the entertainment center near the closet.
“Now,” Rod began to speak, “if you and your old lady want to live the two of you, especially you, had better do as I say and when I say it! Understand?”
Anita nodded with her eyes looking down at the wooden floor.
“What? I can’t hear you!” he told her. “I want you to answer me not shake your head!”
Softly she responded, “Yes.”
“Louder!”
“Yes,” she barked at him angrily.
“That’s better but you better start changing that fucking attitude slut!”
The word “slut” rang in her ears and she drew in a deep breath and glared at him. If looks could kill he would have dropped dead the second her eyes met his.
“Don’t give me that look! I think it’s time I teach you some lessons.”
Roughly Rod grabbed onto her right arm and tossed her across towards the bed as if she was a rag doll. Anita landed on her stomach then rolled over onto her back to sit up. In a flash Rod came up to her and pulled her to her feet. She stood there looking upward at him; her eyes still full of disgust and anger. He turned her around to face the bed from the side and untied her hands. She rubbed her wrists to ease the burning sensation embedded in her skin. As she did this Rod reached around and grabbed handfuls of her clothed tits and squeezed hard causing her to cry out. He released his hold on her tits then grabbed onto her shoulders and spun her around to face him. Before she could gather herself he ripped her top open viciously and yanked it off of her body and arm. He then tried to grab onto the front of her bra but couldn’t so he held her tight within his arms and fumbled with the hooks. He was struggling and Anita laughed to herself. Finally he pulled with both hands and the metal hooks came apart. Rod yanked her bra down her arms, stepping back a little.
His eyes feasted upon her naked tits until she tried to cover herself up. This got on his nerves and he pulled her arms away, exposing her erect nipples. Quickly he lowered his mouth onto her left tit and began sucking on the hardened nub while his other hand grabbed, squeezed and massaged her right tit. Anita desperately tried to push him off.
“Ow!” she cried out as he bit down on her nipple.
Rod chuckled to himself, running his tongue around the hardened nub before biting down and rolling the nipple between his teeth. Her resistance gave way and she began to respond. It began to feel good, creating a warm, damp feeling between her legs. Anita tried to stop the way she was responding; mentally fighting within herself, reminding herself that she was raped and kidnapped by this brute. He then moved his attention to her other nipple and lavished it with the same treatment.
His left hand drifted downward; down her taut, flat stomach while his right hand started unbuttoning, unzipping her jeans. With both hands he began pushing her jeans past her shapely hips until they fell on their own to the floor, bunched around her ankles.
“No, please stop,” Anita said meekly.
Her words fell upon deaf ears. Rod removed his mouth from her tit, looked directly into her eyes as his fingers dug into the waistband of her panty. Without warning he ripped the tiny garment from her body; the elastic band burned as it scraped against her skin. Now she was completely naked. Rod’s eyes traveled from head to toe. He liked the way she looked; so young, sexy with firm, large tits, a small waistline and shapely hips that drew attention to her clean shaven pussy. Rod stared, licking his lips and rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans.
“Oh my God, no!!!” Eloise screamed in the distance.
Suddenly her screams became muffled and Rod laughed.
“Guess the old lady is enjoying herself,” sarcastically he said. “Now, you…you know what I want.”
Hesitantly her trembling hands reached out and unbuttoned his jeans. She tried to listen to the happenings in the other room but got lost in her own thoughts. Rod grew impatient.
“Forget the old lady. She’s getting her brains fucked out like she never had before and I bet it’s been years since she had a cock up that shriveled up cunt of hers,” rudely he said. “Come on and do your job, bitch!”
The words burned in her ears and tears began to burn down her cheeks as she lowered the zipper and pulled his jeans down. Within seconds his cock sprang free and nearly slapped her in her face. Once the jeans fell around his ankles, Rod stepped out of them and took hold of his hard cock and slapped it across her face.
“Suck it, bitch! I know you’re hungry for it!”
He was right. For some strange reason unknown to her, Anita was hungry; hungry for his cock. Moans escaped from his lips and he began rocking his hips back and forth. She reached up behind him and placed her hands on his ass cheeks. The tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat which should have caused her to gag but she managed to relax the muscles and easily took his entire length down; dribbles of saliva escaped from the corners of her mouth as he continued fucking her heavenly mouth
“That’s my slut! Suck that dick good and hard. Make me cum so I can shoot it down your hot fucking throat,” he growled.
In the very short time Anita grew to love sucking on cock. She seemed to be a natural when it came to pleasing a man with her mouth. Within minutes Rod began to moan louder, rocking his hips back and forth at a faster pace. He placed his hands upon her head, keeping her steady.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna shoot my load down that hot fucking throat of yours and I want you to swallow every drop!” He warned her breathing heavily. Then it happened. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Here it cums slut! Take it! Swallow it! Fuck!!!”
He tossed his head backwards as streams of cum shot out into her mouth down her throat. At first she gagged but once she controlled her breathing she swallowed as fast as she could. Hot, thick streams shot down her throat and filled her cheeks. Like
