Patrice had entered her small three room apartment relieved to finally be home. Her day had been horrible, her boss hadn't liked her presentation for the corporate director and the bus had broken down on her way home, causing her to walk home in the rain in lieu of waiting an hour for the next bus.
She had drawn a nice hot bath and soaked away the stress of the day, grateful that it was Friday and she didn't have anything planned except to relax for the weekend. After donning her silk PJ's she called for some pizza then curled up on the couch to watch some TV.
The doorbell rang. Patrice stiffly moved her petite form from the couch to answer the door. With a weariness that filled her to the bone she reached for the door knob, the thought of a delicious hot meat lover's pizza, oozing with cheese, prominent in her mind.
She opened the door to greet the pizza boy, a twenty in her hand for payment, when she was suddenly tackled bodily backwards to the floor. Her breath was knocked from her lungs as his weight crushed her to the carpet.
He was huge compared to her petite form of four - ten and pinned her to the floor with little effort. His massive weight crushed her chest, restricting her breathing as she gasped for air in small doses. "You didn't tell me she was 'this' small!" he said to someone she couldn't see as he ground his hard cock against her groin. "But she sure is fine though. Just enough cushion to grab, not like those bone skinny bitches!"
Patrice grunted in protest and moved defensively under the brute, tossing her head and squirmed in a futile attempt to get free. "Please, don't! Please!" she gasped in terror.
He shifted his hand from her shoulder to her head and caressed her hair before grabbing a hunk of it to hold her head to the floor. He lowered his body even heavier on top of her and found her mouth through the lip hole of his ski mask.
She was paralyzed with fear; she couldn't move, couldn't think, could hardly breathe as he sucked on her lips and probed her mouth with his thick tongue, grinding his hard cock against her the whole while.
"Easy on her Franco," another voice sounded from somewhere, she heard the closing of the door with a sound click of the lock being put in place. "We don't need another incident like last time."
Franco's only response to the voice had been to ease his weight from her a little. He slipped a hand under her thin pajama top, cupping her ample breast with his huge paw. He squeezed her breast, rubbed the nipple with his calloused palm and started to breath heavier.
Just then the doorbell rang again and Patrice was flooded with hope that the pizza boy would be able to help; to run for the police, maybe have a gun and chase off her attackers! Franco shifted his weight and pulled a knife from his pocket, flicking the blade open. "Now stay real still, I ain't meaning to cut your pretty skin, just your pants." He had said ignoring the voices at the door.
Patrice screamed for help only to have Franco place a meaty palm over her mouth. Through her delirium Patrice realized that the voices at the door were exchanging pleasantries. She heard an amused chuckle, then the door being closed and locked again.
"Hurry up, Franco. The pizza's here."
Patrice's eyes darted all around frantically, trying to see anything that wasn't Franco. Then a face appeared from over her attacker's shoulder to leer down at her. It was Pete, the delivery boy!
"Hello, Patrice." he said in an exaggerated deep voice then laughed heartily and moved from her view. "I love saying that to her!" he joked with someone else in the room.
Her entire body went numb with fear. There was no hope of escape. No hope that someone would drop in to visit, no hope of getting through this alive! "Please, don't kill me!" she pleaded when Franco removed his hand to cut her bottoms down the middle seam. Hot tears ran freely down the side of her face.
"Kill you?" Franco said with humor. "We ain't gonna kill ya, you dumb bitch, we're just gonna give you a good time!" Franco explained.
"Yea, Patrice," Pete continued. "Its pizza night and you ordered the meat lovers special. So, here we are to give ya what you asked for, pizza and a meaty special!" he laughed with the other two joining in.
The thought that they wouldn't kill her didn't make her feel any better. The unknown possibilities of what they would do to her filled her with a fear greater than death.
Franco finished cutting a long slit up the middle of her bottoms and tossed the knife aside. He fumbled between their bodies for his zipper then pulled out his swollen cock, letting out an exasperated grunt. "Dammit! I lost it!" He looked down at Patrice's face. "But don't worry I'll get it back real quick." he leered and roughly smashed his mouth over her lips again.
He switched hands to play with her other breast while grinding his groin into hers. He rubbed his entire body in a rocking motion on top of hers, grinding and poking his growing erection between her thighs. He sucked her lips so hard they became sore, as were her breasts that he squeezed roughly.
She gasped involuntarily and jolted bodily when he had pinched her nipple hard with a slight twist, rolling it between his fingers. "Hmm, that's it, gimme some action baby," he said gruffly. Her response had spurred his drive and he had gotten hard from it. With his cock fully erect again he put it in place, rubbing it up and down over her clit to smear his pre-cum around her hole before plunging in.
Patrice gasped and screamed in the same breath. Franco's cock was bigger than she had ever had before and the pain was blinding. She swore he was tearing her apart as he pumped himself in her small, tight pussy. His thickness spread her walls wide and filled her up inside, the length of him painfully slammed into her sensitive back wall as he pushed it in deeper and deeper. He dropped his weight with one final thrust, shoving his cock all the way in up to his balls. She felt something pop inside of her and screamed again.
"Hey, Franco, Don't ruin it for us!" Pete yelled. "We got all night to pump up the bitch; you don't have to wear her out just yet."
"Ain't gotta worry bout that," Franco grunted breathlessly, pivoting his swollen cock in Patrice's pussy. He groaned in pleasure and slowed his motions to a steady slow dance rhythm. "This bitch is so tight! I ain't had one this good in a long time! She'll last all night fer sure."
Patrice lay there feeling the life drain from her body. Every move he made caused pain. His body pinned hers so completely she couldn't move at all. His frame was so much bigger than hers that her legs felt like a wishbone ready to split every time he pushed his hips into her spread thighs.
He grabbed one of her breasts and continued to knead and pinch the nipple, switching from one to the other every couple of minutes. "Come on, baby, gimme some action," he coaxed gruffly through pants of breath. A sheen of sweat formed on his brow, rubbing it on her when he crushed her mouth with his, fucking her mouth with his thick tongue as he continued to grind and pivot his cock inside her.
