Steph knew he was closing in, and instead of trying the stairs she turned into a small bathroom, shut and locked the door.
Andrew heard the door slam shut, and when he got there 3 seconds later, he tried the door, unable to open it. Suddenly he wasn't as concerned about her getting away. He took the time to arrange his clothes.
"Hey Stephy, you belong to me, ain't getting away ... you dumb asshole!"
Stephanie shook from his warnings, what had she really accomplished, she asked herself. The bathroom was small, just a bathtub/shower, toilet, and sink. The window was even small, not big enough for her to get through, and besides she would have to jump to the backyard! She was hit with the reality her conditions had not improved, and now she had made him angry. She looked at herself in the mirror, as he pounded on the door, loudly! Cum was still on her lips, and a bit beginning to crust under her one nostril. She looked at her breasts, still heaving up and down, the insults he had hurled her way about her body and behavior was still bouncing in her brain. She hadn't really looked at her breasts in the mirror like she was doing now.
Andrew had stopped pounding on the door. He didn't want to use his pistol to shoot off the door handle, it would make too much noise. Then he looked farther down the hallway, and started laughing. The problem had been solved. Stephanie's pussy was again going to be his!
Sam had been doing some home remodeling on his own, weekends mostly. He left his tools in the hallway. Stephanie was not thrilled he left them there, but they were tucked against a wall. Now she would wish she had put her foot down and made him put them back in the garage.
Andrew spotted the pile and immediately picked out what he needed. It was a crowbar, and he picked it up and went back to the bathroom door.
Stephanie was fretting inside, yes she was safe, but her attacker wasn't leaving and she had no way to escape. It was quiet, for a few moments. Then suddenly, a pounding, cracking sound came from the door. She realized he was breaking it down using the crowbar. Although she didn't know, just yet, what he was using.
Trapped inside, panic again, took over her. She had made him angry, kicked him, tried to escape, however, other thoughts invaded her mind. This was her fault, she practically enticed him to come into her home, and that she was alone! How stupid, she told herself.
Now she could see the metal of the crowbar ripping through the wood door, terrifying to her. Would he just shoot her on sight?
The pounding stopped, his hand reached in and around, unlocking the door. He barged inside, and yes, pistol pointing at her.
"Plea..se don't hu..t me. Oh n..o God pl..ease .... don't kill me!" Stephanie shrieked, moving backwards, and partly sitting, then semi sliding into the tub.
Her hands went up to protect her face, like that would save her from anything.
He grabbed her by an elbow, jerking her up, enjoying the sight of her bare chest, and thighs!
"You stupid bitch. You almost outran me, 'ya got great legs! Come on, just kick again and I WILL kill you right here. Let's go, ain't done with you yet!"
Out in the hall, he changed tactics, staying behind her, grabbing her very tightly by her neck, forcing her forward, and staying clear of her high heels.
Back down the hallway to the bedroom. Stephanie now really regretted her poor choice of not going right down the first flight of stairs. It would stay with her for a long time.
Inside the bedroom, he kept hold of her, until he threw her onto the bed. This was going to wait until later, but now it has to be done!
Andrew sat partially on her hip and belly, grabbed her wrists, pulled them up over head and using his belt, tied her wrists to the headboard! She cried out in fear.
"Keep your fucking mouth quiet, Mommy, this ain't nothing you ain't done many times before!"
Off of her, he turned her, found the zipper, and pulled it hard, fast and violently, breaking it. He took the skirt at both sides and ripped it down off her body. Next off came her black pumps.
"See what you did bitch," he pointed to a cut, and blood slowly running down his leg.
Then his eyes caught the gem, the female jewel, the camel toe, outlined against her tight panties.
First, he rudely removed each of her stay-up nude hose. He wanted her totally naked. Steph squirmed, trying to free herself. She understood what was going next! His hands went to her wide hips, and his face very close to her crotch.
"Been waitin' long time to see this and fuck this! You ready Stephy, I got a big one!"
Her panties were savagely jerked down her shapely legs! One leg was free, the other had her panties wrapped around an ankle.
Steph had a brown covered bush, not in any particular shape, but trimmed very short.
"Very pretty piece of cunt there Stephanie! Oh, yeah, I don't give a shit if this is a raw fuck for you, not wet enough, too fucking bad for you!"
Standing up, Steph watched him remove all his clothes, his cock was nearly fully erect! She saw it too. He played with it, making it bounce up and down.
"Ready, set, go, Stephanie Connors," he took her knees and forced her legs apart. She could not stop him.
He laid on top, used his hand to guide, really push his cock head into her vagina!
She let off a high pitched cry.
As he let her cunt adjust to the size of his dick, he had other body parts to entertain him. But what he didn't know was his cock, though large, was really no bigger than Rich's. Steph knew that from sucking it, and now inside of her precious pink slit. The sizes were similar, but no two cocks feel alike. She had that experience from college.
His hands were free to explore, as was his mouth. Her breasts, yes, small, were the perfect handful, or mouthful! As his cock sunk inside of Steph, her tits and nipples got a workout. A kiss on the mouth came at times she didn't expect it.
It was a painful intercourse, the most painful Steph had ever had. Painful in a physical and emotional sense. It nearly destroyed her mind, his penis withdrawal from her womanly jewel, saved her brain from just being completely fried!
When Andrew was done, for now, he sat back, untied her wrists, and slapped her hard, right off the bed. Stephanie hit hard onto the bedroom floor. She lay there crying, sobbing, her wounded soul out.
Just laughing at her, hurling insults about her body, tits, and, "what a poor excuse of a fuck," she was. He got dressed, and just let her cry it out, for a good 20 minutes. Not that he was sympathetic, he just enjoyed her pain.
Andrew reached a point of "enough was enough," and he picked up her black pumps.
"Put 'em on bitch. I am always hungry after fucking! You are gonna make me lunch! Or do you call it brunch in the education field?"
Her glasses hung down, on the outside of her right ear. He started pulling her up, by her left hand.
"Fix those specs Steph, they make you look sexy!"
She tried, and finally succeeded, as he sat her down on the bed. He went to her dresser, opening up drawers, some he just pulled out completely, dumping clothes onto the floor. Steph was thinking he just might destroy as much of the house as he could. He'd already wrecked the upstairs bathroom door.
Andrew was tossing the clothes he was finding around the bedroom. He appeared intent on whatever he was looking for. Steph thought she could try another escape, this time going down the closest set of stairs and out to the garage.
But if he caught her, she probably would be killed, and so she stayed put on the bed. In seconds Andrew turned back towards her. He must have figured out he had not been watching her carefully enough. Probably a smart idea she didn't try to escape, again.
Picking up her black, shiney pumps, tossed them on the bed. "Put them on Stephy!."
She reached for them, as he went back to rifling through her clothes. He tossed her a pair of black panties. "Pull these on," and when she gave him a confused look, including the fact she hadn't put her pumps on yet, he shot her a look of real anger.
"Do as I tell you, or I will wrap those panties around your face! You want that?"
Stephanie shook her head no, and she reached for the shoes and panties. Her panties were first, then she got one foot, then the other into the sexy pumps!
Andrew turned his attention to rummaging through her closet, throwing or knocking clothes off hangers, then turning over a basket of folded clean clothes. He bent down and picked up a t-shirt.
He held it up to look at it. It was a Green Bay Packers t-shirt.
"I fucking hate tha damn Packers!" He threw the shirt at her. "Put this on too, bitch!"
She understood wearing panties, but didn't understood why just the t-shirt and no bra! She pulled the lightweight t-shirt up and over her head, pulling it down.
She never realized how tight it was, and now braless, her hard raisins were outlined underneath the yellow and white shirt.
Andrew made one more check of her closet, then turned to collect himself a Stephanie!
Grabbing her lower arm, he jerked her up and off the bed. He pulled her to the hallway and "escorted" her down the stairs, and to the kitchen. He whipped her forward towards the stove and sink. He sat down in a chair at the table.
