Final Chapter
It was quiet for a good 10 minutes. He turned the TV volume down, once again repositioned Steph, between him and the back cushions. His left arm and hand were around her shoulders, and his hand cupped around her upper arm.
She was not comfortable, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She hated being this close, and being forced against his body. He seemed to be drifting off. But just about the time she thought him asleep, not that she had any plan or even the ability to try and get away. Suddenly, he spoke.
"I am starting to really like the shape of your tits Stephy!" His face was bending down looking at her love bumps!
He closed his eyes and appeared again to doze off. She even heard a bit of snoring, reminiscent of sleeping with Sam. What was she going to do, lay there with him, risk her life by trying to get off the couch, she was very conflicted. Her face still stung, her eye hurt, she didn't know it, yet, she had a black eye! Her wonderful pouty bottom lip had been split open, but only bled a bit. It was numb, like she had been to a dentist.
Steph thought it all over in her mind, trying to just decide. She moved her arm, involuntarily, and Andrew stirred, shifting his body some. Stephanie held her breath, waiting until she HAD to breathe.
Another few minutes went by, and no movement, just more snoring is all that was happening. Being stuck, unmoving much for so long, forced Steph to move her head, and a leg.
She was startled, not really surprised, when Andrew sprung awake! He grabbed an arm with a vice like hold. A leg swung over over one of her leg, pinning a foot down!
"Trying to get away my slut? I don't think I will allow that!"
He twitched her forearm like he was preparing to break it!
"No ...no.. God.. no please ... st..op!" She cried out.
Had he been playing possum, or just a light sleeper? She didn't know, and would never know.
He moved around, getting to his feet, letting her slide from the back cushions to flat on her back. He was at the end of the couch, by her black pumps, which he jerked off and tossed away.
"I'm ready for some afternoon sex, how about you, Stephy?"
She shook her head no. Taking her by both ankles, he rudely, roughly, flipped her over onto her belly! As he moved up he slapped her ass, two slaps, one for each cheek! Steph cried out.
"Hands behind your back wife, wrists together."
"Please no," she let out."
He wasn't listening to her anymore. She laid still, but shaking. He went to the kitchen, his eyes never more than 2 seconds of not watching her. Andrew returned, slapped her ass hard, again!
"Owww,"
"Own a phat ass like you got honey, it has a bullseye on it!" He laughed, a lingering laugh, as he slapped handcuffs on both her wrists! She was turned over on her bound wrists.
"I always love me some pie after lunch. You make good spaghetti Stephy, did you like your lunch?"
She knew her answer would either bring violence or humiliation. She had enough of both already.
"I don't get this everyday, so when it is offered up, I buy all of it. Pussy pie is the Best! You got some for me, sweetheart?"
Stephanie struggled, but she knew she belonged to this man, she felt totally hopeless.
That knife appeared, he made sure she saw it. She felt the fabric on a hip being pulled away, then the same on her other hip. He grabbed a good piece of the panties from near her ass and jerked them away, revealing her womanhood!
Much to Stephanie's, day long, embarrassment Andrew had her pussy for however he wanted to use it. Her bush was dark haired, like the hair on her head, and trimmed into a nice triangle, and kept short.
Andrew had eaten out many pussies, he knew how todo it. He could make women cum, not every time, some were just stubborn and could not be coaxed. He thought Stephanie might be one of those. But it would be fun no matter if she came or not!
With his face in her cunt, both hands pushing/holding her thighs apart, his tongue began to lap at her pink slit! He alternated the intervals between licks, just to mess with her! Her soft pussy hairs felt sweet against his face. He continued this routine for a good 5 minutes, Stephanie's ass pushing up, almost as if she was wanting more!
He laughed at her again, calling her, "a real whore, you must like tongue, bitch! Want more dick Stephy!"
She knew what her body was doing, was unsure why. Her brain knew this was rape, but her body seemed to want more or what he was doing to her! Her head rolled back, partly from agony, at herself and the situation, and also from sexual stimulation.
His left hand moved from her thigh up to find her clitoris. He just shifted a knee to keep her thigh spread, but it really wasn't needed. Her bodies resistance had run out of energy. She belonged to him, as he knew, and she now understood, as well.
Fingers helped her sluggish clit awaken fully! It did not take long. The little slippery nub showed itself, enjoying the rubbing, and flicking from his fingers!
Moaning, and high pitched cries escaped Steph's mouth. Her ass continued to thrust up almost begging for more attention. He was happy to oblige her. His mouth went to her pink slit, and the eating out of Stephanie Connors had begun, in earnest.
Stephanie could feel the tongue probing deep inside her female core. She had only experienced oral sex like this once in college, during her junior year. She was 20, and it was after a rock concert. With 2 other girlfriends, and 3 guys, she was drunk, as were the other girls, and oral sex was result for each of the girls. It was not rape, as she liked the guy she went with, the night just spun out of control. She really hadn't remembered all that much about the sex act. The 3 girls all were fine with not getting pregnant.
But now some memories of that night and having a guy give her oral sex were coming back to her conscious mind. She fought and fought, in her mind, with what her body wanted to do, as his tongue stimulated her pussy walls. Those fingers rubbed and kept her clit out, and erect!
Stephanie knew it was coming, her firmness to hold it back, showed in her face, and the sweat running down her face, and all the hairs in her scalp, now plastered to her skin. But, as Sunday was going for her, he had everything going for him. He had the time needed, no one to interrupt him, the determination, he had thought and dreamed about this day for a few months.
So Andrew just kept up his sexual attack, tongue juicing up her treat, and fingers not letting up the pressure on her clit! It was like a boiler inside her, it was going to blow, it was just a matter of how long she could prevent it.
Taking much longer than Andrew imagined, Stephanie's body, her cunt gave in! He had just pulled his tongue from her cunt, and had given her clit a good hardy squeeze, and Stephanie was squirting her orgasm! He was quick enough to catch some in his mouth. He had plans for that Stephy discharge.
His body moved up hers, and with his mouthful of cum, Andrew kissed her. He pressed his closed lips onto her lips. The kiss lasted, and it was like Steph knew, her mouth didn't open. Andrew pinched her nose shut, and when her mouth opened he deposited her "cum squirt" back to her!
"Swallow Stephy, SWALLOW IT ALL!" Still pinching her nose, his other hand clamped over her mouth, and she was forced to take in her own cum to her belly! She wanted to vomit, but didn't. The taste was different, and she was not sure until,
"You slut, loving your own cum! Hahahaha!"
He released her mouth, and some of the left over female cum spilled down her chin, and the corner of her mouth. It was so damn, fucking Hot to her Rapist!
"I can make you cum, Stephy, every single time I want! Enjoy your cum, baby, I know how yummy you taste like!"
He got off her, and smacked a hip hard rolling her off the couch and hitting hard, face down, on the carpeted floor! Taking her hair, and pulling her up slowly, he could see blood running from her bottom lip down her chin.
"Get your fucking ass off the floor, bitch! Got things to do."
He removed her handcuffs. Steph was tired of being yanked up by her hair, so she tried to get herself up. She was battered and emotionally weak. But using the couch, her elbow, hand, and even leg, she got herself up and to a standing position. She looked at her Rapist, hate funneling through her, but she tried so hard to just hate the act and not the person. She knew it would take a long time to not blame him for his deeds against her, but she needed to forgive him.
Andrew took her bare arm, and forced her up the stairs. He had enjoyed watching her get up from the floor naked. There were some exciting views of her body, as naked as the day she was born, only now with some very nice female curves!
Into her bedroom he followed her again, just as jacked about seeing her as he was 6 hours ago. He pushed her, in the back, hard, onto the bed. One more time Stephanie was having her wrists 'cuffed together, or so she thought. But only around her left wrist did he put a handcuff around, clicking it closed.
Andrew couldn't help but run the palm of his hand around her sexy ass! All Stephanie could do was pray, pray silently. She prayed for him to leave, and to be done with her. She had suffered enough, and she didn't even know how her face looked.
Taking her by the empty hanging handcuff he lead her to the bathroom, and into the shower. Steph didn't know what he was doing, or planning. Sex with her in the shower entered her mind, she prayed NO to that thought. He didn't say much, and she could only follow him.
