Warning- this story depicts a graphic scene. Do not read if sensitive to violence or sexual crime.
Forced Entry
He must have been standing in the darkness of the hallway when she came in, because he tackled her hard when she paused and knocked her onto the bed, landing on top of her and never giving her a second to think or struggle. The surprise was enough to make her scream, though, and she started screaming loudly and trying to fight out from under him. He grabbed her by the throat, then, and backhanded her hard.
"Shut up, bitch," he screamed at her through clenched teeth, but it didn't do anything to quiet her, so he squeezed her throat hard and choked her until she didn't have enough breath to scream anymore and then he eased up.
"You fuckin' stupid country people never think to lock your doors. I bet you start locking them now," he sneered at her. She was across the bed on her back and he was sitting on top of her, pinning her down.
"Please, don't hurt me. Please, you can take anything you want," she begged him.
"Shut up. I already own everything you have ever since I got in your back door. What I want is some fun."
"NO," she yelled at him and began to fight. Initially she was able to push him hard enough to unbalance him on the soft mattress, and she began trying to crawl out from under him. He came back up quickly and shoved her retreating back, forcing her onto her stomach and climbing on top of her again. She began screaming, again, and he slapped her hard in the back with his hand, knocking the breath out of her.
"I fuckin' tol' you to SHUT UP! There isn't anybody close enough to hear you anyway."
She continued struggling and fighting him, so he grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face into the pillow. He opened the flick knife next to her ear so that she could hear it. At once she lay still and something like a sob escaped from her throat.
"The more you struggle the more it just makes my dick hard," he told her.
He put his hand between her shoulder blades to hold her against the mattress and climbed off of the top of her, instead turning to face her feet and straddling her again facing the other direction. He was sitting with his full weight on her shoulders with his legs pinning her arms.
"Now, you just do everything I say and you'll come through this with nothing but memories. Otherwise you'll have some nasty scars."
He slid the knife under the waistband at the back of her jeans and began hacking through the jeans and her cheap, imitation leather belt. A blind panic struck her then and she began struggling again, kicking and wiggling under him and trying to move, but he pulled the knife through the belt and then waited while she tired herself struggling. When she gave up he put the knife under the cut part of her jeans and continued slicing through the fabric in a diagonal across the right cheek of her ass until he had cut several inches of the pant leg at the back of her right thigh. He did the same with her jeans across the left cheek, then folded her jeans open like a babys' diaper, then cut off her maroon panties and threw them across the room.
When he tried to climb off the top of her she began fighting, again, this time with the renewed vigor of a panic-stricken woman, terrified and about the be raped. He had managed to keep her face down, but she was able to move a foot or so on the bed and get her arms free. He brought his left knee down on the back of her left elbow and pinned it there, then grabbed her by the hair, again, and let her feel the point of his knife under her right ear.
