Shelly and the Big Girl Rapist
Shelly is a married woman in her forties. Five feet three, brunette, about 210 pounds, huge breasts and a large round ass. She had no children and was the typical suburban housewife who was alone most of the day (except for Wednesdays when she went out shopping during the morning). The Big Girl Rapist flashed these acquired facts in his mind as he easily broke into Shelly's home on a Wednesday morning.
The Big Girl Rapist smiled as he closed the door behind him. He stepped into the empty house, cock stiffening in anticipation. He always felt this way before a rape. The anticipation was almost as thrilling as the rape itself.
The key word here being "almost"...
Shelly arrived fifteen minutes later, just as she had done for the last month. The Big Girl Rapist had tracked her for a month and, like a herd animal, she was predictable. He took a deep breath, pulled his hunting knife from its sheath and stood to the side of the door.
Shelly walked in and had barely finished closing the door behind her when a hand clamped over her mouth her head was yanked backwards. She started to struggle, but the sharp edge of the hunting knife on her throat stilled her movements.
"Be a good fatty and I won't hurt you." The Big Girl Rapist pressed the knife blade into Shelly's soft flesh. " Understand?"
Shelly, afraid to move, moaned a yes. Fear spread through her body with a faint hope that this Man wanted just to rob the house.
The Big Girl Rapist removed his hand from her mouth, but kept the knife at her throat.
"What do you want?" asked Shelly, her voice cracking.
The Big Girl Rapist cupped his free hand under Shelly's large right breast and squeezed.
"To rape you, fatty." The Big Girl Rapist pulled Shelly closer and she squealed as she felt his hard cock against her ass.
"Feel that, Shelly?" The Big Girl Rapist smiled at the surprise on Shelly's face as she heard her name. "I've had that hard on for you for the last month, Shelly. You've become my hobby."
The Big Girl Rapist squeezed Shelly's right breast again. "I so love big girls. Love raping them. "
"Please leave me alone," begged Shelly. Don't hurt...AHHH!"
The Big Girl Rapist pinched Shelly's right nipple through her blouse. He put the point of the knife under her chin.
"I will fucking do what I want to you, fatty. The question for you is if you will live through it. "
The Big Girl Rapist put his mouth to Shelly's left ear and shouted: " DO YOU WANT TO LIVE, FAT CUNT?"
Shelly screamed as much from the question as for the sudden fierce voice in her ear. Tears flowed down her face.
The Big Girl Rapist gently squeezed Shelly's right breast. "Answer me, Shelly."
"Yes," said Shelly.
The Big Girl Rapist kissed Shelly's neck. "Good Fatty. Now, strip off all your clothes. I want you totally naked. "
The Big Girl Rapist turned Shelly to face him, grabbed her hair and pushed away. Shelly screeched as she felt her scalp burn from his tight grip on her hair.
"STRIP, SHELLY!"
With shaky hands Shelly undressed. She kicked off her flats and peeled off her pants. Her blouse joined the pants on the floor.
The Big Girl Rapist pointed his knife at her bra and Shelly took it off. She grimaced as she saw the look on his face as her large breasts fell out. It was a predatory look: one of a cat before it devoured a mouse.
"The panties, fatty." The Big Girl Rapist's voice was hoarse with excitement. Shelly was sexier then he had imagined. She was round in all the right places; perfect little belly and her huge thighs made his cock ache.
Shelly pulled down her panties, wincing as she put extra pressure on her rapist's grip on her hair as she did so. She was naked now except for a pair of knee high stockings.
"You'll have to let me go to let me take off my knee highs," said Shelly.
"Leave them on. Your feet look sexy in them. Put your hands behind your back."
Shelly obeyed. "Please don't hurt me," begged Shelly. "Let me go."
The Big Girl Rapist bound Shelly's wrists together with duct tape. Shelly cried out from the pain and outright screamed as he put another large piece of tape over her mouth.
The Big Girl Rapist looked at his helpless fatty. She was his now: under his control. He sheathed the knife and began to run his hands over her body. Shelly moaned into her gag with shame and fear.
The Big Girl Rapist lifted Shelly's huge breasts in his hands and sucked her nipples, one after the other. They were large and sexy and he spent time enjoy every inch of them.
He stepped behind her and put both his hands on Shelly's round ass. It was a nice bubble butt and the Big Girl Rapist took out his cock, spread Shelly's ass cheeks and put his stiff cock between the cheeks like a hot dog in a bun.
Shelly screamed into her gag at the touch of her rapist's cock. It was really going to happen, she thought. This "man" was going to rape her. She thought maybe, just maybe, he'd back away, but the touch of his cock on her dashed any hope of avoiding the horror.